Ghuri Dware Dware

```

Ghuri dware dware

Sanjher andhiyare

Tomai nahi heri

Dake mrityu bheri

```

Translation

```

The evening of my life has set in.

I am roaming from door to door

In search of You.

I see You not.

Within and without

I hear the sound

Of my death-drum. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,My Green Adoration-Gifts, part 1, 1977
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/mgg_1