Akasher Pare Akash Rayeche

Akasher pare akash rayeche

Batas bahena ar

Ami chaliyachi paraner tane

Anite kusum har

Tomar pujar thali

Ajo je rayeche khali

Kabitar hare purna karite tai

Jibaner jato hasi o ashru

Bhule jena ami jai


Translation

An endless series of skies

Where there is no air.

An inner urge compels me to bring down

A garland of poems

To worship You.

The shrine is now all empty.

I wish to fill it;

I wish to cover it with poems,

A garland of poems.

I know that it is only this way

That I can forget my life’s sufferings and joys

That have to be forgotten.


From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 4, 1977
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/psp_4