Phul Haye Mor

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Phul haye mor

Phutibe sakal asha

Janibo jakhan

Samarpaner bhasha

Basana anale

Jwalibena ar pran

Jachile shanti

Manas bhramyaman

```

```

All my hopes will be blossomed like flowers

When I learn the language of surrender.

When I do not burn myself

In the fire of desire,

And when peace is desired by my restless mind,

Then my life will grow into

The flower of beauty divine.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-star promise-light, part 4, Agni Press, 1977
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