O Mother of seer-poets,
The blind world desperately needsYour translucent light.
O Mother of hero-warriors,
The feeble world desperately needsYour transcendental might.
O Mother of perfection-lovers,
The imperfect world desperately needsYour silence-bound height.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, Part 17, Agni Press, New York, 1974
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