My Lord, my Lord,

You are telling me that

A smiling heart-runner

Is the enjoyer supreme

Of Heaven’s infinite Beauty

And immortal Fragrance,

Specially when the runner runs

In inclement weather,

Unpleasant weather,

Uninspiring weather

And undivine weather.


11 March 2000

New York

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Race-Prayers, part 1, Agni Press, 2004
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/rp_1