Janam mor hoini bale rajar tak shale
Achal bale sabai kahe chalina kona kaleHathat jadi kaharo hate jai kakhano bhule
Rekhe amai deina keha jatana kare tuleSujog bujhe parer hate apad kare dur
Amai peye sakale hoi dukhe bharapurKeha chahena amai jani tabu o ami chali
Ek konite pariya thaki kathati nahi baliAghat kare shatek bar amare sabe dekhe
Achal bale churiya phele rakhena keha tenkeTar parete kakhano jadi bhalo loker hate
Asiya juti punya phale kakhano sanj rateDayal haye tini amai mukta kare den
Apamaner bojha amar apan kare nenKaharo hate chalan kare denna tini ar
Tanhar hate sakal chala shesh kari amar```
```Just because I was not born
In the government mint,Everybody calls me a counterfeit coin.
Alas, if by mistake somebody gets me,He does not keep me in his pocket, in his wallet;
He waits for a golden opportunityTo get rid of me.
Nobody wants me, yet I move from one to another.Sometimes people get annoyed with me,
They throw me into one corner of the roomAnd strike me again and again.
If only I was not a false coin.Ah, there comes a time
When my fate changes for the better.I take shelter in a pious man,
A religious, spiritual man.He finds it beneath his dignity
To deceive the world with me, through me.He never tries to offer me to anybody else.
He just places me in one corner of the roomAnd takes away all the insults
That were heaped upon me by others.It is in his hands
That my false journey’s false hopeComes to a final end.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 3, Agni Press, 1977
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