Andhar Ghare Jwalche Ek
Andhar ghare jwalche ekChota pradip shikha
Bidya nai buddhi nai
Khudra ahamika
Abodh bhabe eman alo
Kehai dekhe nai
Muhurmuhu tahar katha
Bale sabar thai
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.
Sri Chinmoy, Pole-star promise-light, part 3, Agni Press, 1977
