Ranga Jaba Enechhi Ma

```

Ranga jaba enechhi ma enechhi bel phul

E path haye jabar katha karish na ma bhul

Tor kole ma mukti rekhe chupti kare thaki

Parashe tor rishi habo phutbe debo ankhi

```

Translation

```

Mother, I have brought Your favourite

Red flowers and leaves to please You.

Forget not to see me

When You go by this way.

Placing my head on Your Lap,

Silence-life I enjoy.

At Your sweet Touch,

I shall become a divine seer

And I become the eye of the cosmic gods. ```

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