জন্ম মৃত্যু দোঁহে মিলে জীবনের খেলা,
যেমন চলার অঙ্গ পা-তোলা পা-ফেলা।

IN THIS GREAT Universe
The giant wheel of pain revolves;
Stars and planets split up;
Sparks of fiery dust, far-flung,
Scatter at terrific speed
Enveloping in network primordial
The anguish of existence.
In the armoury of pain
Spreading on the stretches of consciousness, aglow,
Clang the instruments of torture;
Bleeding wounds gape open.
Small is man's body,
How immense his strength of suffering.
At the concourse of creation and chaos
To what end does he hold up his cup of fiery drink
In the weird festival of the gods
Drunk in their titan power,O why
Filling his body of clay
Sweeps the red delirious tide of tears?
To each moment he brings endless value
From his unconquerable will.
Man's sacrificial offering
His burning physical agony
Can anything compare,
In the whole fiery dedication of the suns and stars?
Such unyielding wealth of prowess,
Such fearless endurance,
Such indifference to death,
Triumphal march as this, in hundreds,
Trampling embers underfoot
To reach the limit of sorrow
Is there anywhere such quest, nameless, radiant,
Such pilgrimage together, from road to road?
Such pure waters of service, breaking through igneous rocks,
Such endless store of love?

চলে যাবে সত্তারূপ
      সৃজিত যা প্রাণেতে কায়াতে,
রেখে যাবে মায়ারূপ
      রচিত যা আলোতে ছায়াতে।