হে জনসমুদ্র, আমি ভাবিতেছি মনে
কে তোমারে আন্দোলিছে বিরাট মন্থনে
অনন্ত বরষ ধরি। দেবদৈত্যদলে
কী রত্ন সন্ধান লাগি তোমার অতলে
অশান্ত আবর্ত নিত্য রেখেছে জাগায়ে
পাপে-পুণ্যে সুখে-দুঃখে ক্ষুধায়-তৃষ্ণায়
ফেনিল কল্লোলভঙ্গে। ওগো, দাও দাও
কী আছে তোমার গর্ভে-- এ ক্ষোভ থামাও।
তোমার অন্তরলক্ষ্মী যে শুভ প্রভাতে
উঠিবেন অমৃতের পাত্র বহি হাতে
বিস্মিত ভুবন-মাঝে, লয়ে বরমালা
ত্রিলোকনাথের কণ্ঠে পরাবেন বালা,
সেদিন হইবে ক্ষান্ত এ মহামন্থন,
থেমে যাবে সমুদ্রের রুদ্র এ ক্রন্দন।

নাম তার ভেলুরাম ধুনিচাঁদ শিরত্থ,
ফাটা এক তম্বুরা কিনেছে সে নিরর্থ।
       সুরবোধ-সাধনায়
       ধুরপদে বাধা নাই,
পাড়ার লোকেরা তাই হারিয়েছে ধীরত্ব--
অতি-ভালোমানুষেরও বুকে জাগে বীরত্ব॥

III. 48. tu surat nain nihar
OPEN YOUR eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world! consider it well, and know that this is your own country.
When you meet the true Guru, He will awaken your heart;
He will tell you the secret of love and detachment, and then you will know indeed that He transcends this universe.
This world is the City of Truth, its maze of paths enchants the heart:
We can reach the goal without crossing the road, such is the sport unending.
Where the ring of manifold joys ever dances about Him, there is the sport of Eternal Bliss.
When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.
He is the Ultimate Rest unbounded:
He has spread His form of love throughout all the world.
From that Ray which is Truth, streams of new forms are perpetually springing: and He pervades those forms.
All the gardens and groves and bowers are abounding with blossom; and the air breaks forth into ripples of joy.
There the swan plays a wonderful game,
There the Unstruck Music eddies around the Infinite One;
There in the midst the Throne of the Unheld is shining, whereon the great Being sits
Millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a single hair of His body.
On the harp of the road what true melodies are being sounded! And its notes pierce the heart:
There the Eternal Fountain is playing its endless life-streams of birth and death.
They call Him Emptiness who is the Truth of truths, in Whom all truths are stored!
There within Him creation goes forward, which is beyond all philosophy; for philosophy cannot attain to Him:
There is an endless world, O my Brother! and there is the Nameless Being, of whom nought can be said.
Only he knows it who has reached that region: it is other than all that is heard and said.
No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen there: how can I tell you that which it is?
He comes to the Path of the Infinite on whom the grace of the Lord descends: he is freed from births arid deaths who attains to Him.
Kabir says: 'It cannot be told by the words of the mouth, it cannot be written on paper:
It is like a dumb person who tastes a sweet thinghow shall it be explained?'