Anale Anile Anute Renute

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Anale anile anute renute

Nehari tomar chhabi

Taba dhyana rup ogo aparup

Ankiyachhe kato kabi

Anusari sei mahajan path

Lekhani niyechhi hate

Ganthibo baliya ei katha har

Ajike madhura prate

Jaya jaya jaya parameshwara

Jagat gurur jay

E mantra japi karibo amara

Bishwa atma jay

```

Translation

```

In fire and water,

In dust and atoms,

Seeing You, Your Meditation-Trance,

Many poets have depicted

Your immortal Beauty.

They are my pioneers.

This morning I am weaving the garland

Of soulful words:

Victory, victory, victory

To the Guru Supreme of the Universe.

Repeating this incantation

We shall conquer the world-soul.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Supreme, Teach Me How To Cry, Agni Press, 1975
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