আজকাল আমাদের ছাত্রবৃন্দ নীতিশক্ষা লইয়া অত্যন্ত ব্যতিব্যস্ত হইয়া পড়িয়াছে। কমিটি, বক্তৃতা আর চটি বইয়ের এত ছড়াছড়ি আরম্ভ হইয়াছে যে, এই কয়টি উপাদানের মাহাত্ম্যে নীতির উৎকর্ষসাধন হইবার সম্ভাবনা থাকিলে অনতিবিলম্বে অজকালকার বালকগণ এক-একটি ধর্মপুত্র যুধিষ্ঠির রূপে অভিব্যক্ত হইবে এরূপ আশা করা যাইতে পারে; আর যদি এই সুফল ফলিতে কিঞ্চিৎ বিলম্ব হয় তো সে কেবল ছাত্রচরিত্রে নীতির অভাবের আধিক্যবশত, চটি বইগুলার ব্যর্থতাবশত নয়।
ছাত্রদের নীতি লইয়া যে প্রকার আন্দোলন উপস্থিত হইয়াছে, তাহাতে সহজে মনে হইতে পারে যে, হঠাৎ বুঝি এ দেশের যুবাদের মধ্যে দুর্নীতির এত প্রাদুর্ভাব হইয়াছে যে, আমরা সকলে মিলিয়া "জন্‌ দি ব্যাপ্‌টিস্ট' না সাজিলে আর চলে না। লেফ্‌টেনন্ট গবর্নর সার্কুলার জারি করিতেছেন, নন্‌-পোলিটিকাল স্বদেশহিতৈষীরা কমিটি করিতেছেন, কোনো কোনো কলেজের প্রিন্সিপাল "মোরালিটি'তে পরীক্ষা প্রচলিত করাইবার চেষ্টায় আছেন, আর অনেকেই নিজের নিজের সাধ্যমতো "মর৻াল টেক্স্‌ট্‌বুক্‌' প্রস্তুত করিতে ব্যস্ত আছেন।

জগতে আনন্দযজ্ঞে তাঁর যে নিমন্ত্রণ আমরা আমাদের জীবনের সঙ্গে সঙ্গেই পেয়েছি তাকে আমাদের কেউ কেউ স্বীকার করতে চাচ্ছে না। তারা বিজ্ঞানশাস্ত্র আলোচনা করে দেখেছে। তারা বিশ্বের সমস্ত রহস্য উদ্‌ঘাটন করে এমন একটা জায়গায় গিয়ে ঠেকেছে যেখানে সমস্তই কেবল নিয়ম। তারা বলছে ফাঁকি ধরা পড়ে গেছে-- দেখছি যা-কিছু সব নিয়মেই চলেছে, এর মধ্যে আনন্দ কোথায়? তারা আমাদের উৎসবের আনন্দরব শুনে দূরে বসে মনে মনে হাসছে।
সূর্য চন্দ্র এমনি ঠিক নিয়মে উঠছে, অস্ত যাচ্ছে, যে, মনে হচ্ছে তারা যেন ভয়ে চলছে, পাছে এক পল-বিপলেরও ত্রুটি ঘটে। বাতাসকে বাইরে থেকে যতই স্বাধীন বলে মনে হয়, যারা ভিতরকার খবর রাখে তারা জানে, ওর মধ্যেও পাগলামির কিছুই নেই-- সমস্তই নিয়মে বাঁধা। এমন-কি, পৃথিবীতে সব চেয়ে খামখেয়ালি বলে যাকে মনে হয় সেই মৃত্যু, যার আনাগোনার কোনো খবর পাই নে বলে যাকে হঠাৎ ঘরের দরজার সামনে দেখে আমরা চমকে উঠি, তাকেও জোড়হাতে নিয়ম পালন করে চলতে হয়--একটুও পদস্খলন হবার জো নেই।

IN HISTORICAL TIME the Buddha comes first of those who declared salvation to all men, without distinction, as by right man's own. What was the special force which startled men's minds and, almost within the master's lifetime, spread his teachings over India? It was the unique significance of the event, when a man came to men and said to them, 1 am here to emancipate you from the miseries of the thraldom of self.' This wisdom came, neither in texts of Scripture, nor in symbols of deities, nor in religious practices sanctified by ages, but through the voice of a living man and the love that flowed from a human heart.
And I believe this was the first occasion in the history of the world when the idea of the Avatar found its place in religion. Western scholars are never tired of insisting that Buddhism is of the nature of a moral code, coldly leading to the path of extinction. They forget that it was held to be a religion that roused in its devotees an inextinguishable fire of enthusiasm and carried them to lifelong exile across the mountain and desert barriers. To say that a philosophy of suicide can keep kindled in human hearts for centuries such fervour of self-sacrifice is to go against all the laws of sane psychology. The
Make way, O bud, make way,
Burst open thy heart and make way.
The opening spirit has overtaken thee,
Canst thou remain a bud any longer?
Where shall I meet him, the Man of my Heart?
He is lost to me and I seek him wandering from land to land.
I am listless for that moonrise of beauty,
which is to light my life,
which I long to see in the fulness of vision, in gladness of heart.
My longing is to meet you in play of love, my Lover;
But this longing is not only mine, but also yours.
For your lips can have their smile, and your flute
its music, only in your delight in my love;
and therefore you are importunate, even as I am.
I stop and sit here on the road. Do not ask me to walk farther.
If your love can be complete without mine, let me turn back from seeing you.
I have been travelling to seek you, my friend, for long;
Yet I refuse to beg a sight of you, if you do not feel my need.
I am blind with market dust and midday glare,
and so wait, my heart's lover, in hopes that your own love
will send you to find me out.
It is lucky that I am an empty vessel,
For when you swim, I keep floating by your side.
Your full vessels are left on the empty shore, they are for use;
But I am carried to the river in your arms, and I dance to the rhythm of your heart-throbs and heaving of the waves.
Messenger, morning brought you, habited in gold.
After sunset, your song wore a tune of ascetic grey,
and then came night.
Your message was written in bright letters across the black.
Why is such splendour about you, to lure the heart of one who is nothing?
Great is the festival hall where you are to be the only guest.
Therefore the letter to you is written from sky to sky,
And I, the proud servant, bring the invitation with all ceremony.
What hast thou come to beg from the beggar, O King of Kings?
My Kingdom is poor for want of him, my dear one, and I wait for him in sorrow.
How long will you keep him waiting, O wretch,
who has waited for you for ages in silence and stillness?
Open your gate, and make this very moment fit for the union.
Bring him not into your house as the guest of your eyes;
but let him come at your heart's invitation.
Opening your doors to that which is seen only, is to lose it.
Eyes can see only dust and earth,
But feel it with your heart, it is pure joy.
The flowers of delight blossom on all sides, in every form,
but where is your heart's thread to weave them in a garland?
My heart is like a flute he has played on.
If ever it fall into other hands, -
let him fling it away.
My lover's flute is dear to him.
Therefore, if to-day alien breath have entered it and sounded strange notes,
Let him break it to pieces and strew the dust with them.
I am poured forth in living notes of joy and sorrow
by your breath.
Morning and evening, in summer and in rains, I am
fashioned to music.
Yet should I be wholly spent in some flight of song,
I shall not grieve, the tune is so precious to me.
I am the boat, you are the sea, and also the boatman.
Though you never make the shore, though you let me sink, why should I be foolish and afraid?
Is the reaching the shore a greater prize than losing myself with you?
If you are only the haven, as they say, then what is the sea?
Let it surge and toss me on its waves, I shall be content.
I live in you, whatever and however you appear.
Save me or kill me as you wish, only never leave me in others' hands.
I had travelled all day and was tired; then I bowed my head towards thy kingly court still far away.
The night deepened, a longing burned in my heart.
Whatever the words I sang, pain cried through them - for even my songs thirsted -
O my Lover, my Beloved, my Best in all the world.
When time seemed lost in darkness,
thy hand dropped its sceptre to take up the lute and strike the uttermost chords;
And my heart sang out,
O my Lover, my Beloved, my Best in all the world.
Ah, who is this whose arms enfold me?
Whatever I have to leave, let me leave; and whatever I have to bear, let me bear.
Only let me walk with thee,
O my Lover, my Beloved, my Best in all the world.
Descend at whiles from thy high audience hall, come down amid joys and sorrows.
Hide in all forms and delights, in love,
And in my heart sing thy songs, -
O my Lover, my Beloved, my Best in all the world.