Cahit, Cahit

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Cahit, Cahit, Cahit, Cahit!

His company, a great profit.

Cahit, Cahit, Cahit, Cahit!

Love, concern, compassion lit.

In the runners’ world, a wisdom-sea:

His life a soulful ecstasy.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Run and Become, Become and Run, 1982
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/rbs