আমার    প্রাণের মাঝে যেমন করে
                     নাচে তোমার প্রাণ
আমার    প্রেমে তেমনি তোমার প্রেমের
                     বহুক-না তুফান।
            রসের বরিষনে
  তারে   মিলাও সবার সনে,
      অঞ্জলি মোর ছাপিয়ে দিয়ে
          হোক সে তোমার দান।
আমার    হৃদয় সদা আমার মাঝে
                     বন্দী হয়ে থাকে।
তোমার   আপন পাশে নিয়ে তুমি
                     মুক্ত করো তাকে।
                যেমন তোমার তারা,
  তোমার       ফুলটি যেমন ধারা,
         তেমনি তারে তোমার করো
                যেমন তোমার গান।

ON THE SEASHORE of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is
boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

THE STORM is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the earth refuses.