8. The problem-world

```

Manase abar samasya jame

Chinta bihag bhrame charidike bhrame

Basana kanna nahi thame kabhu

Maran nachan bhitare bahire prabhu

```

```

The problem-world once again

Accumulates in my mind.

Thought-bird flew all over.

Desire-cries never cease.

The dance of death within

And without I see,

O my Lord Supreme.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,I Know Not Why, Agni Press, New York, 1980
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