Andhar Ghare Jwalchhe Ek

Andhar ghare jwalchhe ek

Chhota pradip shikha

Bidya nai buddhi nai

Khudra ahamika

Abodh bhabe eman alo

Kehai dekhe nai

Muhurmuhu tahar katha

Bale sabar thai


Translation

In a dark room

A small candle is burning.

No intelligence, no wisdom;

What I have is only eyeless pride.

The ignorance-soul in me thinks and feels

That nobody is as wise as it is

And it always speaks of its own existence —

All in hyperbole.


From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 3, 1977
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