Janam Mor Hoini Bale

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Janam mor hoini bale rajar tak shale

Achal bale sabai kahe chalina kona kale

Hathat jadi kaharo hate jai kakhano bhule

Rekhe amai deina keha jatana kare tule

Sujog bujhe parer hate apad kare dur

Amai peye sakale hoi dukhe bharapur

Keha chahena amai jani tabuo ami chali

Ek konite pariya thaki kathati nahi bali

Aghat kare shatek bar amare sabe dekhe

Achal bale churiya phele rakhena keha tenke

Tar parete kakhano jadi bhalo loker hate

Asiya juti punya phale kakhano sanj rate

Dayal haye tini amai mukta kare den

Apamaner bojha amar apan kare nen

Kaharo hate chalan kare denna tini ar

Tanhar hate sakal chala shesh kari amar

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Translation

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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 opportunity

To 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 room

And 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 room

And takes away all the insults

That were heaped upon me by others.

It is in his hands

That my false journey’s false hope

Comes to a final end. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy, Pole-Star Promise-Light, part 3, 1977
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/psps_3