One Hundred Miles In A Fleeting Week!

by Sri Chinmoy

September 02 1979

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Lyrics

One hundred miles in a fleeting week!
Who says I am hopelessly weak!
Imagine, although I fail to imagine!
No wonder why so much commotion and din.
A bullock-body is drawn by a lion-soul.
No doubt mine are the slowest feet,
But they are perfectly clean, perfectly neat.
I shall ever reach my transcending Goal!

Translation

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This song appears in:

Run And Become, Become And Run (page 9)
Chandelier Part 2 (page 59)