নূতন সংসারখানি সৃষ্টি করো আপন শক্তিতে
হৃদয়সম্পদ দিয়ে, হে শোভনা, স্নেহে ও ভক্তিতে
পুণ্যে ও সেবায়--থাকো লক্ষ্মীর আসনে শুভব্রতা।
তোমাদের সম্মিলিত প্রাণের যুগল তরুলতা
সুলগ্নে রোপিত হল-- দেবতার প্রসাদ বর্ষণ
নববর্ষধারা-সাথে আজি তারা করুক গ্রহণ,
পূর্ণ হোক প্রেমরসে, মাধুর্যের ধরুক মঞ্জরী
চির সুন্দরের দান, উঠুক সকল শাখা ভরি
বিশ্বের সেবার তরে সরস কল্যাণময় ফল,
বিস্তার করুক শান্তি স্নিগ্ধ তার শ্যামচ্ছায়াতল!

III. 76. kahain Kabir vicar ke
KABIR PONDERS and says: 'He who has neither caste nor country, who is formless and without quality, fills all space.'
The Creator brought into being the Game of Joy: and from the word Om the Creation sprang.
The earth is His joy; His joy is the sky;
His joy is the flashing of the sun and the moon;
His joy is the beginning, the middle, and the end;
His joy is eyes, darkness, and light.
Oceans and waves are His joy; His joy the Sarasvati, the Jumna, and the Ganges.
The Guru is One: and life and death, union and separation, are all His plays of joy!
His play the land and water, the whole universe!
His play the earth and the sky!
In play is the Creation spread out, in play it is established. The whole world, says Kabir, rests in His play, yet still the Player remains unknown.

SHE IS OUR own, the darling of our hearts, Santiniketan.
Our dreams are rocked in her arms.
Her face is a fresh wonder of love every time we see her,
for she is our own, the darling of our hearts.
In the shadows of her trees we meet
in the freedom of her open sky.
Her mornings come and her evenings
bringing down heaven's kisses,
making us feel anew that she is our own, the darling of our hearts.
The stillness of her shades is stirred by the woodland whisper;
her amlaki groves are aquiver with the rapture of leaves.
She dwells in us and around us, however far we may wander.
She weaves our hearts in a song, making us one in music,
tuning our strings of love with her own fingers;
and we ever remember that she is our own, the darling of our hearts.