Sab Asha Mor Churna Halo Purna Habar
Sab asha mor churna halo purna habar age
Taito kandi nirab bhashai barai anurage
Byatha diye tripti pabe e bhebechho prabhu
Bhul kare o tomai ami bhulbona je kabhu
Translation
All my hopes are broken into pieces before
they are fulfilled.
Therefore I cry in silent language, with
devoted eagerness.
By torturing me You will get satisfaction.
O Lord, this is what You think.
Even through oversight I shall never go to You.
Sri Chinmoy, Garden of love-light, part 3, Agni Press, 1975