I KNOW THAT the flower one day shall blossom crowning my thorns.
I know my sorrow shall spread its red rose-leaves opening its
heart to the sun.
The breeze of the south for which the sky kept watch for weary
days and nights shall suddenly make my heart quiver.
My love shall bloom in a moment; my shame shall be no more when
the flower is ripe for offering.
And with the end of the night, at the touch of my friend it will
drop at his feet and spend its last petal in joy.

৮৮
হে প্রেম, যখন ক্ষমা কর তুমি সব অভিমান ত্যেজে,
            কঠিন শাস্তি সে যে।
হে মাধুরী, তুমি কঠোর আঘাতে যখন নীরব রহ
            সেই বড়ো দুঃসহ॥      

WHY DEPRIVE me, my Fate,
of my woman's right
boldly to conquer the best of life's prizes
with mine own arrogant power,
and not to keep gazing at emptiness,
waiting for some chance drifting towards me
with the withered fruit of weary days of patience?
Send me without pity to the utter risk of my all for the treasure
guarded behind rudely forbidding barricades.
Never for me is to steal into the bridal chamber
with the timid tinkling of anklets
in a dim twilight dusk,
but recklessly to rush
into the desperate danger of love,
by some troubled sea,
where its stormy vehemence would snatch away from my face
the veil of shrinking maidenliness,
and amidst the ominous shrieks of sea-birds
could be raised to my warrior my cry
You are mine own.