Your Nectar Compassion

You are beautiful, O Being Absolute,
I am Your slave.
In Your Victory is my victory,
My endless rapture.
My heart has suffered infinite pangs to know You.
Therefore I hurl the arrows of my sulk venom
at Your Heart.
Freed from errors, thought abolished,
No desire have I now.
O Beauty Transcendental,
I am the slave of Your Nectar Compassion.

NEXT poem

Excerpt from ‘My Flute’ by Sri Chinmoy

Copyright © Sri Chinmoy 1974


(Sri Chinmoy)    ( Sri Chinmoy Poems)    (The Poet Seers)