Aro Dure Aro Dure

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Aro dure aro dure

Bandhan hara sagar nire

Atal tale taliya jai

Ratan je nai tire

Jyotir ranir anke base

Bhuban kare ala

Ke tulichhe hajar kusum

Ke ganthichhe mala

Ke oi shishu dakchhe dure

Dakchhe amai kachhe

Nayan amar ghurchhe jena

Jahar pachhe pachhe

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Translation

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Farther, farther beyond,

On the shore of the endless ocean,

The wealth is not available

No matter how deep I dig within.

Who is he who sits on the lap of Beauty’s Queen

And radiates the earth-body,

Who plucks thousands of flowers

And weaves a garland?

Is it that child who is calling me from afar?

Is he the one who calls me always from afar

And for whom my eyes pine? ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Supreme, Teach Me How To Cry, Agni Press, 1975
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