48. Asha mor halo

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Asha mor halo

Ghor nirasha

Tabu prane raje

Puta pipasa

Asha tumi bujhi

Habe hatarsha

E jibane ache

Shudhu kuasa

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My hope has become hopeless frustration today.

Yet I enjoy pure thirst for the unknown Beyond.

O my hope, it seems that you have become

Helplessly poor, weak,

An orphan.

This life of mine has nothing but tenebrous fog.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, New York, 1976
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