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When the sun appears in the East,

I make friends with my poetry.

I see a golden disc

Right above the blue sea.

A red hibiscus is smiling at me.

Is there anybody on earth, O Sun,

Who does not long for your smile?

No, nobody.

Everybody wants your smile.

I too want your smile

And something more:

I want to bow to you

With my heart’s adoration.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Poetry: My Rainbow-Heart-Dreams, Perfection-Glory Press, Augsburg., 1993
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