Andhar Ghare Jwalchhe Ek

```

Andhar ghare jwalchhe ek

Chhota pradip shikha

Bidya nai buddhi nai

Khudra ahamika

Abodh bhabe eman alo

Kehai dekhe nai

Muhurmuhu tahar katha

Bale sabar thai

```

Translation

```

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, 1977
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/psps_3