/Shok tap jetha nai/
/Setha jete chai//Kusumita hridayer/
/Alomoi pakhi//Heshechhila e dharani/
/Mor bedanai//Prana-shaka dao more/
/Prema sudha rakhi/My bird of light in the blossomed heart
Wants to go where there is no grief, no bereavement.
The world once mocked at my excruciating pangs.O Beloved of my heart, grant me the cord of love-nectar.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol.II-1, No.11, 27 November 1974, Vishma Press, 1974
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