THE NIGHT was dark when she went away, and they slept.
The night is dark now, and I call for her, 'Come back, my darling; the world is asleep; and no one would know, if you came for a moment while stars are gazing at stars.'
She went away when the trees were in bud and the spring was young.
Now the flowers are in high bloom and I call, 'Come back, my darling. The children gather and scatter flowers in reckless sport. And if you come and take one little blossom no one will miss it.'
Those that used to play are playing still, so spendthrift is life.
I listen to their chatter and call, 'Come back, my darling, for mother's heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to snatch only one little kiss from her no one will grudge it'

I WANT TO give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world.
Our lives will be carried apart, and our love forgotten.
But I am not so foolish as to hope that I could buy your heart with my gifts.
Young is your life, your path long, and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.
You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us.
We, indeed, have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past, to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.
The river runs swift with a song, breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers, and follows her with his love.

কহিল গভীর রাত্রে সংসারে বিরাগী--
"গৃহ তেয়াগিব আজি ইষ্টদেব লাগি।
কে আমারে ভুলাইয়া রেখেছে এখানে?"
দেবতা কহিলা, "আমি।"--শুনিল না কানে।
সুপ্তিমগ্ন শিশুটিরে আঁকড়িয়া বুকে
প্রেয়সী শয্যার প্রান্তে ঘুমাইছে সুখে।
কহিল, "কে তোরা ওরে মায়ার ছলনা?"
দেবতা কহিলা, "আমি।"--কেহ শুনিল না।
ডাকিল শয়ন ছাড়ি, "তুমি কোথা প্রভু?"
দেবতা কহিলা, "হেথা।"--শুনিল না তবু।
স্বপনে কাঁদিল শিশু জননীরে টানি--
দেবতা কহিলা, "ফির।"--শুনিল না বাণী।
দেবতা নিশ্বাস ছাড়ি কহিলেন, "হায়,
আমারে ছাড়িয়া ভক্ত চলিল কোথায়?"