Andhar Ghare Jwalche Ek Chota Pradip

by Sri Chinmoy

November 22 1975

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Lyrics

Andhar ghare jwalchhe ek 
    Chhota pradip shikha 
Bidya nai buddhi nai 
    Khudra ahamika 
Abodh bhabe eman alo 
    Kehai dekhe nai 
Muhurmuhu tahar katha 
    Bale sabar thai

Translation

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.

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Pole-Star Promise-Light (Part 3) -- 50 Bengali songs (page 4)