Every moment new is an offshoot
Released from eternity beyond limit
If you seize the moment fleeting within your heart
You are a conqueror and can claim credit
Does the conquest bring you laurels blest?
Or does it bring you all heat and not even a bit of light?
Could you tame heat down to warmth pleasant
And, with tact, order light into cadences apt?
Heavenly angels would rush down from Himavant
And dance with you in Vrindavan with delight
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