A Word to the Young One
 

Move the tender leaves of your fingers
On the orchestra of life,
It will ring 'Raga Hindola',
Dart with the dash of a spring-fresh smile.
Life then would be a swing of pearls, a string of stars.

Don't let a pebble, a scrubble
Deflect on to the pot of elixir of your life.
Dreams would sink deep,
Distress would rise steep.

DearOne!
Life is a frail and a fragile flower,
A many-splendoured jewel,
A God's gift,
A snick-smile, a dimple.
Wear it with a cheer and a charm as a decor,
Life then would turn into a tender, tender creeper.

                                             - A Tilak's poem rendered into English by me