Andhar Ghare Jwalche Ek

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Andhar ghare jwalche ek

Chota pradip shikha

Bidya nai buddhi nai

Khudra ahamika

Abodh bhabe eman alo

Kehai dekhe nai

Muhurmuhu tahar katha

Bale sabar thai

```

```

In a dark room

A small candle is burning.

No intelligence, no wisdom;

What I have is only eyeless pride.

The ignorance-soul in me thinks and feels

That nobody is as wise as it is

And it always speaks of its own existence —

All in hyperbole. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 3, Agni Press, 1977
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