Amai Ami Jante Giye
Amai ami jante giye nitya kari bhul
Bhule bhule jiban gela dekhina hai kul
Samoy hale swarup amar ma janabe more
Tabu kena bandhi amai chanchalatar dore
TranslationI commit constant mistakes while looking for
myself, my true form.
One mistake after another; my entire life
is full of mistakes.
Alas, I do not see the shore, the Golden Shore.
Yet I know when the hour strikes
My Mother will show me my true form.
Alas, why do I bind myself, then, with the
cord of wild restlessness?
Sri Chinmoy, Garden of love-light, part 2, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1975