বসন্তের জয়রবে
দিগন্ত কাঁপিল যবে
          মাধবী করিল তার সজ্জা।
মুকুলের বন্ধ টুটে
বাহিরে আসিল ছুটে,
          ছুটিল সকল তার লজ্জা।
অজানা পার্শ্বে লাগি
নিশি নিশি ছিল জাগি,
          দিনে দিনে ভরেছিল অর্ঘ্য।
কাননের একভিতে
নিভৃত পরানটিতে
          রেখেছিল মাধুরীর স্বর্গ।
ফাল্গুন পবনরথে
যখন বনের পথে
          জাগাল মর্মর-কলছন্দ,
মাধবী সহসা তার
সঁপি দিল উপহার,
          রূপ তার, মধু তার, গন্ধ।

DELIVER ME from my own shadows, my lord, from the wrecks and confusion of my days.
For the night is dark and thy pilgrim is blinded,
Hold thou my hand.
Deliver me from despair.
Touch with thy flame the lightless lamp of my sorrow.
Waken my tired strength from its sleep.
Do not let me linger behind counting my losses.
Let the road sing to me of the house at every Step.
For the night is dark, and thy pilgrim is blinded.
Hold thou my hand.

I HAVE EVER loved thee in a hundred forms and times,
Age after age, in birth following birth.
The chain of songs that my fond heart did weave
Thou graciously didst take around thy neck,
Age after age, in birth following birth.
When I listen to the tales of the primitive past,
The love-pangs of the far distant times,
The meetings and partings of the ancient ages,
I see thy form gathering light
Through the dark dimness of Eternity
And appearing as a star ever fixed in the memory of the All.
We two have come floating by the twin currents of love
That well up from the inmost heart of the Beginningless.
We two have played in the lives of myriad lovers
In tearful solitude of sorrow,
In tremulous shyness of sweet union,
In old old love ever renewing its life.
The on-rolling flood of the love eternal
Hath at last found its perfect final course.
All the joys and sorrows and longings of heart,
All the memories of the moments of ecstasy,
All the love-lyrics of poets of all climes and times
Have come from the everywhere
And gathered in one single love at thy feet.