Dure Dure Bahudure

Dure dure bahudure

Asha more niye jai ajanar kole

Setha heri mor swarup amar

Nartan paramer dole


Far, very far, into the world of the

farthest beyond

My hope carries me and places me

On the sweetest lap of the Unknown.

There I behold my Self-form

In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute.

From:Sri Chinmoy,Supreme, teach me how to cry, 1975
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