Tapane Gheri Jimut Dole
Tapane gheri jimut doleSunil ambare
E shobha heri baridhi kule
Base balir pare
Lilamayer bishwa lila
Kare nirikkhan
Hiya amar tar mahima
Karechila smaran
E hena kale badla rani
Namila dhire dhire
Chute gelam gharer pane
Chere sindhu tire
Teeming clouds are dancing around the sun in the sky.
Noticing this panorama on the sunset I was watching,
I was deriving boundless joy.
My aspiration-heart was singing His Glory.
Alas, all of a sudden, I know not how,
The queen of rain descended,
And I returned home, to my sweet home,
Leaving aside the Golden Shore of life’s ocean.
Sri Chinmoy, Pole-star promise-light, part 4, Agni Press, 1977