দয়া দিয়ে হবে গো মোর জীবন ধুতে-- নইলে কি আর পারব তোমার চরণ ছুঁতে। তোমায় দিতে পূজার ডালি বেড়িয়ে পড়ে সকল কালি, পরান আমার পারি নে তাই পায়ে থুতে। এতদিন তো ছিল না মোর কোনো ব্যথা, সর্ব অঙ্গে মাখা ছিল মলিনতা। আজ ওই শুভ্র কোলের তরে ব্যাকুল হৃদয় কেঁদে মরে দিয়ো না গো, দিয়ো না আর ধুলায় শুতে।
SANATAN WAS telling his beads by the Ganges when a Brahmin in rags came to him and said, 'Help me, I am poor!' 'My alms-bowl is all that is my own,' said Sanatan, 1 have given away everything I had.' 'But my lord Shiva came to me in my dreams,' said the Brahmin, 'and counselled me to come to you.' Sanatan suddenly remembered he had picked up a stone without price among .the pebbles on the river-bank, and thinking that some one might need it hid it in the sands. He pointed out the spot to the Brahmin, who wondering dug up the stone. The Brahmin sat on the earth and mused alone till the sun went down behind the trees, and cowherds went home with their cattle. Then he rose and came slowly to Sanatan and said, 'Master, give me the least fraction of the wealth that disdains all the wealth of the world.' And he threw the precious stone into the water.
ONCE YOU HAD lent to my eyes a generous portion from your limitless store of light; now at the day's end you have come to reclaim it, my master, and I know for certain that I must make good my debt But why cast shadow before my evening lamp? I am but a guest for a few days in this world that has come of your light, but if out of its abundance a few fragments of that light are left behind, let them remain in careless neglect at the last trace of your chariot. Let me glean from that dust some scattered lights and shadows, some gleam of coloured illusion with which to build my own little world as a slight remnant of your debt, not worth gathering for good.
