My first friendship with the muse

Thy love to bind

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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. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 6, January 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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