Dure Dure Bahudure
Dure dure bahudure
Asha more niye jai ajanar kole
Setha heri mor swarup amar
Nartan paramer dole
Translation
Far, very far, into the world of the
farthest beyond
My hope carries me and places me
On the sweetest lap of the Unknown.
There I behold my Self-form
In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute.
Sri Chinmoy, Supreme, Teach Me How To Cry, Agni Press, 1975