Translation

```

My hope has become hopeless frustration today.

Yet I enjoy pure thirst for the unknown Beyond.

O my hope, it seems that you have become

Helplessly poor, weak,

An orphan.

This life of mine has nothing but tenebrous fog. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, 1976
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