Dheu dube dheu uthe
Phul jhare phul phuteNahi shesh dainya lesh
Sthayi kotha kotha sheshKar tare e rodan
Kare kari abahonNaba rupe naba bhabe
Sakali je uthe phute```
Translation
```
The wave subsides and the wave rises.The flower withers and the flower blossoms.
There is no end to human wantsAnd human achievements.
Nothing is permanent and nothing is fleeting.Then for whom shall we cry,
For what shall we cry?Whom shall we invoke
With a new thought and new form?Everything eventually blossoms.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 5, Agni Press, 1981
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