Asha Mor Halo Ghor Nirasha
Asha mor halo ghor nirasha
Tabu prane raje puta pipasa
Asha tumi bujhi habe hatasha
E jibane ache shudhu kuasa
Translation
My hope has become hopeless frustration today.
Yet I enjoy pure thirst for the unknown Beyond.
O my hope, it seems that you have become
Helplessly poor, weak, an orphan.
This life of mine has nothing but tenebrous fog.
Sri Chinmoy, Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, 1978