Translation

```

Who calls to me,

“My child, come, come”?

I came into the world

To serve the Mother.

Alas, whom do I serve now?

I serve ignorance-night,

I serve material-wealth,

I serve human-pride.

Mother, may I not any more waste

My precious aspiration-life. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 2, Agni Press, 1976
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