Drashta Tahare Bali

```

Drashta tahare bali

Prati phule phale

Sarba jibete

Je kare atma darashan

Chinta jahar niyatar karichhe

Bidhatar smriti tarpan

Srabane parashe pratiti karme

Dibya sushama lavanya

Phutiyachhe aj taito hayechhi

Atma drashta barenya

```

Translation

```

Him I call a seer

Who sees his own self-form

In every flower, in every fruit

And in every human being;

And whose every thought

Is an adoration-offering

To the Lord Supreme.

In my sweet dream

And each little action of mine

Your divine lustre blossoms;

Therefore, in me the seer-vision

Of world-admiration has found its illumination.

```

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