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

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.