Ghuri Dware Dware
Ghuri dware dware
Sanjher andhiyare
Tomai nahi heri
Dake mrityu bheri
Translation
The evening of my life has set in.
I am roaming from door to door
In search of You.
I see You not.
Within and without
I hear the sound
Of my death-drum.
Sri Chinmoy, My Green Adoration-Gifts, part 1, Agni Press, New York, 1977

