24. Nayan amar chai tomare
Nayan amar chai tomareKandi deha karagare
E jibane tomar bijoy kabe habe
Neme prabhu asbe kabe amar bhasbe
I live in the prison cell of
My eyeless body,
And there I cry and weep.
Yet my eyes envision not
When my victory will dawn
In this deplorable life of mine.
O Lord Supreme,
When will Your Compassion’s
Existence-Light
Permeate my life
Of excruciating pangs?
Sri Chinmoy, Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, New York, 1976
