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
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.