নাই কি রে তীর, নাই কি রে তোর তরী?
       কেবলি কি ঢেউ আছে তোর?
          হায় রে লাজে মরি।
     ঝড়ের কালো মেঘের পানে
     তাকিয়ে আছিস আকুল প্রাণে,
     দেখিস নে কি কাণ্ডারী তোর
          হাসে যে হাল ধরি'।
     নিশার স্বপ্ন তোর
     সেই কি এতই সত্য হল,
          ঘুচল না তোর ঘোর?
     প্রভাত আসে তোমার পানে
     আলোর রথে, আশার গানে;
     সে খবর কি দেয় নি কানে
          আঁধার বিভাবরী?

THE GENERAL came before the silent and angry King and saluting him said: 'The village is punished, the men are stricken to dust, and the women cower in their unlit homes afraid to weep aloud.
        The High Priest stood up and blessed the King and cried: 'God's mercy is ever upon you.'
        The Clown, when he heard this, burst out laughing and startled the court. The King's frown darkened.
        'The honour of the throne,' said the minister, 'is upheld by the King's prowess and the blessing of Almighty God.'
Louder laughed the Clown, and the King growled,-'Unseemly mirth!'
        'God has showered many blessings upon your head,' said the Clown; 'the one he bestowed on me was the gift of laughter.'
        'This gift will cost you your life,' said the King, gripping his sword with his right hand.
        Yet the Clown stood up and laughed till he laughed no more.
A shadow of dread fell upon the Court, for they heard that laughter echoing in the depth of God's silence.

WE CAME hither together, friend, and now at the cross-roads I stop to bid you farewell.
        Your path is wide and straight before you, but my call comes up by ways from the unknown.
I shall follow wind and cloud; I shall follow the stars to where day breaks behind the hills; I shall follow lovers who, as they walk, twine their days into a wreath on a single thread of song, I love.