Andhar Ghare Jwalchhe Ek

Andhar ghare jwalchhe ek
Chhota pradip shikha
Bidya nai buddhi nai
Khudra ahamika
Abodh bhabe eman alo
Kehai dekhe nai
Muhurmuhu tahar katha
Bale sabar thai

Translation

In a dark room
A small candle is burning.
No intelligence, no wisdom;
What I have is only eyeless pride.
The ignorance-soul in me thinks and feels
That nobody is as wise as it is
And it always speaks of its own existence —
All in hyperbole.