হে ধরণী, জীবের জননী, শুনেছি যে মা তোমায় বলে, তবে কেন তোর কোলে সবে কেঁদে আসে, কেঁদে যায় চলে। তবে কেন তোর কোলে এসে সন্তানের মেটে না পিয়াসা। কেন চায়, কেন কাঁদে সবে, কেন কেঁদে পায় না ভালোবাসা। কেন হেথা পাষাণ-পরান, কেন সবে নীরস নিষ্ঠুর, কেঁদে কেঁদে দুয়ারে যে আসে কেন তারে করে দেয় দূর। কাঁদিয়া যে ফিরে চলে যায় তার তরে কাঁদিস নে কেহ, এই কি মা, জননীর প্রাণ, এই কি মা, জননীর স্নেহ!
MY SONGS ABE the same as are the spring flowers, they come from you. Yet I bring these to you as my own. You smile and accept them, and you are glad at my joy of pride. If my song flowers are frail and they fade and drop in the dust, I shall never grieve. For absence is not loss in your hand, and the fugitive moments that blossom in beauty are kept ever fresh in your wreath.
WHEN THE warriors came out first from their master's hall, where had they hid their power? Where were their armour and their arms? They looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master's hall. When the warriors marched back again to their master's hall where did they hide their power? They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master's hall.
