Kavya Kusum Chayan Karibo

Kavya kusum chayan karibo

Jyotir kanan hate

Taito chalechi akashe uriya

Dakhin bayur srote

Sathe nai keha ar

Nahi dekhi kona par

Abiram chali chalar birati nai

Dur hate dure megher arale

Pulake bhasiya jai

Translation

I shall collect flower-poems

From the garden of Light;

Therefore, I am flying in the sky

With the southern wind.

I have no one with me.

All alone, endlessly I am flying,

And I am all lost in the beauty

of teeming clouds.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 4, 1977
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