I AM HERE TO sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.

নাক বলে, কান কভু ঘ্রাণ নাহি করে,
রয়েছে কুণ্ডল দুটো  পরিবার তরে।
কান বলে, কারো কথা নাহি শুনে নাক,
ঘুমোবার বেলা শুধু ছাড়ে হাঁকডাক।

AT YOUTH'S coronation, Kalidasa,
You took your seat, your beloved by your side,
in Love's primal paradise.
Earth spread its emerald-green carpet beneath your feet,
the sky held over your heads
its canopy gold-embroidered;
the seasons danced round you
carrying their wine cups of varied allurements,
the whole universe yielded itself to your loneliness of delight,
leaving no trace of human sorrows and sufferings
in the immense solitude of your bridal chamber.
Suddenly God's curse descended from on high
hurling its thunderbolt of separation
upon the boundless detachment of youth's egotism.
The seasons' ministry in a moment was ended
When the veil was wrenched from love's isolation,
and on the tear-misted sky appeared the pageantry
of the rainy world of June
across which journeyed the sad notes of your bereaved heart
towards a distant dream.