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.

FOR WHAT GREAT reward of my merit,
O Beautiful,
had I, a meadow-flower, once taken my place
in the chain on thy neck?
The newly-wakened eyes of the earth
were glad on that day,
and the lute, at the touch of the Ever-new,
broke out in melodies of dawn.
If that flower fades and drops to the earth
at the dim hour of the day,
when the bird's songs are languid,
let the evening wind sweep it away across the dark,
following thy departing steps,
never leaving it to be trodden to the dust
by the careless moments.

আনন্দেরই সাগর থেকে
                     এসেছে আজ বান।
দাঁড় ধরে আজ বোস্‌ রে সবাই,
                     টান রে সবাই টান্‌।
                                  বোঝা যত বোঝাই করি
                                  করব রে পার দুখের তরী,
                                  ঢেউয়ের 'পরে ধরব পাড়ি
                                         যায় যদি যাক প্রাণ ।
                                  আনন্দেরই সাগর থেকে
                                         এসেছে আজ বান।
কে ডাকে রে পিছন হতে,
                     কে করে রে মানা,
ভয়ের কথা কে বলে আজ--
                     ভয় আছে সব জানা।
                                  কোন্‌ শাপে কোন্‌ গ্রহের দোষে
                                  সুখের ডাঙায় থাকব বসে;
                                  পালের রশি ধরব কষি,
                                         চলব গেয়ে গান।
আনন্দেরই সাগর থেকে
                                         এসেছে আজ বান।