Phul Haye Mor Phutibe Sakal Asha

```

Phul haye mor phutibe sakal asha

Janibo jakhan samarpaner bhasha

Basana anale jwalibena ar pran

Jachile shanti manas bhramyaman

```

Translation

```

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, 1977
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/psps_4