Je Besechhe Bhalo Ei Dharanire
Je besechhe bhalo ei dharanire
Se peyechhe shudhu byetha
Parane tahar dhelechhe abani
Kuruper malinata
Tabu nirbhoy chale sei bir
Prithir bojha niye
Ahaba ante habe upanita
Prabhur charane giye
Translation
He who has loved this world
Has only got excruciating pangs.
The world has thrown on him all ugliness,
filth, dirt and impurity.
Yet the hero marches along,
Carrying the burden of the entire world.
At the end of his teeming struggles
He will go and stand at the Feet
of the Lord Supreme.
Sri Chinmoy, Garden of love-light, part 1, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974