Phul haye mor phutibe sakal asha
Janibo jakhan samarpaner bhashaBasana anale jwalibena ar pran
Jachile shanti manas bhramyaman```
Translation
```
All my hopes will be blossomed like flowersWhen I learn the language of surrender.
When I do not burn myselfIn the fire of desire,
And when peace is desired by myRestless mind,
Then my life will grow intoThe flower of beauty divine.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Pole-Star Promise-Light, part 4, 1977
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