O Bird of Light
One thought, one tune, one resonance —Who calls me ever and anon?
I know not where I am;
I know not whither I shall go.
In dark amnesia
Myself I buy, myself I sell.
All I break, again all I build.
All I hope to be mine, mine alone.
Alas, my heart is eclipsed
By dark and wild destruction-night.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
With your glowing and flowing flames
Do enter into my heart once again.
You are calling me to climb up
And fly into the blue,
But how can I?
My heart is in prison
In the strangled breath of a tiny room.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
O Bird of Light Supreme,
In me, I pray,
Keep not an iota of gloom.
Ekti katha ekti sur ekyi jhankar
Nam dhare ke dakchhe jena amai barebar
Kothai achhi kothai jabo
Nai jena thikena
Ghumer ghore karchhi shudhu
Ami becha kena
Kata bhangi katai gari
Katai kari asha
Hiya khani dhekechhe mor
Andhar sarbanasha
Alor pakhi, alor pakhi
Abar eso phire
Jyotir dhara banan kare
Namo amar shire
Dak ditechha urdhe jete
Jabo keman kare
Bandhi je mor paran khani
Ekti andhar ghare
Alor pakhi, alor pakhi
Alor pakhi, alo
Prane amar rekhona ar
Ektu andhar kalo
Sri Chinmoy, AUM — Vol. 2, No. 1, 27 January 1975, Vishma Press, 1975