Thy love to bind

My Lord, kidnap my heart, I humbly pray.
Alas, mine is the life of a ruthless knave.
I must die; no one must mourn and toll the knell.
Without Thy Light my goal an error grave.

Eyeless desires and I together live.
The human souls frown at my moping mind.
My famished heart pines for Thy Bounty-height.
Awaken my Will, my Lord, Thy Love to bind.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New YOrk, 1973