OUR VOYAGE is begun. Captain, we bow to thee!
The storm howls and the waves are wicked and wild, but we sail on.
The menace of danger waits in the way to yield to thee its
offerings of pain, and a voice in the heart of the tempest
cries: 'Come to conquer fear!'
Let us not linger to look back for the laggards, or benumb the
quickening hours with dread and doubt.
For thy time is our time and thy burden is our own and life and
death are but thy breath playing upon the eternal sea of Life.
Let us not wear our hearts away picking small help and taking
slow count of friends.
Let us know more than all else that thou art with us and we are
thine forever.

শিখের পক্ষে বেণীচ্ছেদন ধর্মপরিত্যাগের ন্যায় দূষণীয়
পাঠানেরা যবে বাঁধিয়া আনিল
         বন্দী শিখের দল--
সুহিদ্‌গঞ্জ রক্তবরন
          হইল ধরণীতল।
নবাব কহিল, "শুন তরুসিং,
          তোমারে ক্ষমিতে চাই।'
তরুসিং কহে, "মোরে কেন তব
          এত অবহেলা ভাই?'
নবাব কহিল, "মহাবীর তুমি,
          তোমারে না করি ক্রোধ--
বেণীটি কাটিয়া দিয়ে যাও মোরে
          এই শুধু অনুরোধ।'
তরুসিং কহে, "করুণা তোমার
          হৃদয়ে রহিল গাঁথা--
যা চেয়েছ তার কিছু বেশি দিব,
          বেণীর সঙ্গে মাথা।'

SUDDENLY THE window of my heart flew open this morning, the window that looks out on your heart.
I wondered to see that the name by which you know me is written in April leaves and flowers, and I sat silent.
The curtain was blown away for a moment between my songs and yours.
I found that your morning light was full of my own mute songs unsung;
I thought that I would learn them at your feet-and I sat silent.