উদয়পথের তরুণ পথিক তুমি
      অস্তপথের রবির স্নেহের কর
আশিস রাখিল নবজীবনের পর
      তোমার ললাট চুমি।

MY HEART FEELS shy to bring to your vagrant mind
the lyric of my secret lest its meaning be missed
and its rhythm.
I shall wait for some auspicious hour
when the evening is compassionate,
your eyes drowned in its tender dimness,
and my voice reaches you
in a profound calm of truth.
I shall turn my secret round and round through my whisper
at a lonely corner of your heart,
even as the cricket among the silent sal trees
turns single-toned beads of its chirping
in the rosary of night.

LET ME NOT pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant me that I may not be a coward, feeling your mercy in my success alone; but let me find the grasp of your hand in my failure.