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         পাণ্ডুর মেঘ যবে ক্লান্ত
বন ছাড়ি মনে এল নীপরেণু গন্ধ,
        ভরি দিল কবিতার ছন্দ।

THE CHILD WHO is decked with prince's robes and who has jewelled chains round his neck loses all pleasure in his play; his dress hampers him at every step.
In fear that it may be frayed, or stained with dust he keeps himself from the world, and is afraid even to move.
Mother, it is no gain, thy bondage of finery, if it keep one shut off from the healthful dust of the earth, if it rob one of the right of entrance to the great fair of common human life.

সে লড়াই ঈশ্বরের বিরুদ্ধে লড়াই
      যে যুদ্ধে ভাইকে মারে ভাই।