Aro Dure Aro Dure
Aro dure aro dureBandhan 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
Translation
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?
Sri Chinmoy, Supreme, Teach Me How To Cry, Agni Press, 1975