Translation

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The wave subsides and the wave rises.

The flower withers and the flower blossoms.

There is no end to human wants

And human achievements.

Nothing is permanent and nothing is fleeting.

Then for whom shall we cry,

For what shall we cry?

Whom shall we invoke

With a new thought and new form?

Everything eventually blossoms. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5, Agni Press, 1976
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