মেঘ বলেছে "যাব যাব',
           রাত বলেছে "যাই'।
সাগর বলে,"কূল মিলেছে,
           আমি তো আর নাই।'
        দুঃখ বলে, "রইনু চুপে
        তাঁহার পায়ের চিহ্নরূপে।'
        আমি বলে, "মিলাই আমি,
                আর কিছু না চাই।'
ভুবন বলে, "তোমার তরে
            আছে বরণমালা।'
গগন বলে, "তোমার তরে
            লক্ষ প্রদীপ জ্বালা।'
প্রেম বলে যে, "যুগে যুগে
তোমার লাগি আছি জেগে।'
মরণ বলে, "আমি তোমার
              জীবন-তরী বাই।'

BLESS THIS little heart, this white soul that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.
He loves the light of the sun, he loves the sight of his mother's face.
He has not learned to despise the dust, and to banker after gold.
Clasp him to your heart and bless him.
He has come into this land of an hundred cross-roads.
I know not how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, and grasped your hand to ask his way.
He will follow you, laughing and talking, and not a doubt in his heart.
Keep his trust, lead him straight and bless him.
Lay your hand on his head, and pray that though the waves underneath grow threatening, yet the breath from above may come and fill his sails and waft him to the haven of peace.
Forget him not in your hurry, let him come to your heart and bless him.

NO MORE NOISY, loud words from me-such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.
Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.
Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!