জীবনযাত্রার পথে
      ক্লান্তি ভুলি, তরুণ পথিক,
        চলো নির্ভীক।
আপন অন্তরে তব
      আপন যাত্রার দীপালোক
        অনির্বাণ হোক।

WHEN THOU commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony-and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

WOMAN, WHEN you move about in your household service your limbs sing like a hill stream among its pebbles.