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With folly futile thy spirit’s core to buyWe have come, O Master sweet!
The Mother with Pole-Star-Eye commands our heartsThe ignorance-dream to quit.
The armoured breasts of the Gods we all behold
Around thy citadel-deeps.Night and Death now weep in awe unknown
Before thy Apocalypse.The born and unborn drink deep from Thee the Grace,
O Fountain of all!The hurtful roar of ignorance stark is hushed
With all its venom-gall.The sky, the sun and moon, the host of stars
Announce thy victory vast,Thy trance of fire broods immortality
Upon the aspiring dust. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Flame-Waves, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, 1955
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