The sportThe sport of fruitless infelicity
Captures my mind's ignorance-dream.
Be off, be off, O satisfied desires!
It is you that ruin my quest supreme.
I am the traveller, ignorant of Dawn;
Never, alack, have I tasted Bliss.
Before my heart the dart of eyeless Night;
I am lost in the jaws of boundless Abyss.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse, Agni Press, 1973