DO NOT CALL him to thy house, the dreamer,
who walks alone by thy path
in the night.
His words are those of a strange land,
and strange is the melody
played by him on his one-stringed lute.
There is no need for thee to spread a seat for him;
he will depart before day-break.
For in the feast of freedom
he is asked to sing
the praise of the new-born light.

পূর্ণতা আসুক আজি তোমাদের তরুণ জীবনে
আনন্দ কল্যাণে প্রেমে শুভলগ্নে শুভ সম্মিলনে।

You WILL LEAD me from star to star to waken me in new mornings of love.
It is your love that draws out the flow of my being through the
maze of channels of new life over your endless worlds.
You will startle me with new visions of fulfilment at every bend
of the road and fashion my moments with immortal forms of joy.
The infinite life will never remain chained in unchanging
shackles of immortality but will speed through death to
death to countless new shrines of light in its eternal pilgrimage of love.