OUR VOYAGE is begun. Captain, we bow to thee!
The storm howls and the waves are wicked and wild, but we sail on.
The menace of danger waits in the way to yield to thee its
offerings of pain, and a voice in the heart of the tempest
cries: 'Come to conquer fear!'
Let us not linger to look back for the laggards, or benumb the
quickening hours with dread and doubt.
For thy time is our time and thy burden is our own and life and
death are but thy breath playing upon the eternal sea of Life.
Let us not wear our hearts away picking small help and taking
slow count of friends.
Let us know more than all else that thou art with us and we are
thine forever.

A HANDFUL OF dust could hide your signal when I did not know its meaning.
Now that I am wiser I read it in all that hid it before.
It is painted in petals of flowers; waves flash it from their foam; hills hold it high on their summits.
I had my face turned from you, therefore I read the letters awry and knew not their meaning.

          বটে আমি উদ্ধত,
          নই তবু ক্রুদ্ধ তো,
শুধু ঘরে মেয়েদের সাথে মোর যুদ্ধ তো।
          যেই দেখি গুণ্ডায়
          ক্ষমি হেঁটমুণ্ডায়,
দুর্জন মানুষেরে ক্ষমেছেন বুদ্ধ তো।
পাড়ায় দারোগা এলে দ্বার করি রুদ্ধ তো--
সাত্ত্বিক সাধকের এ আচার শুদ্ধ তো।