25. O Light of the Supreme!

O Beauty non-pareil, O Beloved,
Do burn the fire of beauty and splendour
within my heart.
By loving You, eternally beautiful I shall be.
May Lord Shiva's destruction-dance
Destroy all shackles of the finite.
May the Light of the Supreme inundate me,
My heart, my heart, my all.
Having loved the infinite,
The heart of gloom is crying for the bloom
of Light.
O Life Infinite, give me the eternal hunger,
aspiration-cry.
The tiniest drop will lose its raison d'etre
In the heart of the boundless ocean.
In fire and air Your Life of the Spirit I behold.
O Beauty, O Beauty's Gold,
O Light of the Supreme!
Sri Chinmoy, My Flute, Agni Press, 1972