II. 24. hamsa, kaho puratan bat TELL ME, O Swan, your ancient tale. From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly? Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek? Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me! There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the terror of Death is no more. There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent 'He is r is borne on the wind: There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy-
THIS SONG OF mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness. My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road. My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silent in death, my song will speak in your living heart.
ভাবে শিশু, বড়ো হলে শুধু যাবে কেনা বাজার উজাড় করি সমস্ত খেলেনা। বড়ো হলে খেলা যত ঢেলা বলি মানে, দুই হাত তুলে চায় ধনজন-পানে। আরো বড়ো হবে না কি যবে অবহেলে ধরার খেলার হাট হেসে যাবে ফেলে?
