এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা হয়েছে, কিন্তু বৈধকরণ করা হয়নি।
The same stream of life that courses through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the worldwide ocean-cradle of birth and death, in ebb and flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world life. And I feel with pride the life throb of all ages dancing in my blood this moment.
