হাস্যদমনকারী গুরু-- নাম যে বশীশ্বর, কোথা থেকে জুটল তাহার ছাত্র হসীশ্বর। হাসিটা তার অপর্যাপ্ত, তরঙ্গে তার বাতাস ব্যাপ্ত, পরীক্ষাতে মার্কা যে তাই কাটেন মসীশ্বর। ডাকি সরস্বতী মাকে,-- 'ত্রাণ করো এই ছেলেটাকে, মাস্টারিতে ভর্তি করো হাস্যরসীশ্বর।'
WHEN YOU HOLD your lamp in the sky it throws its light on my face and its shadow falls over you. When I hold the lamp of love in my heart its light falls on you and I am left standing behind in the shadow.
I WOKE AND found his letter with the morning. I do not know what it says, for I cannot read. I shall leave the wise man alone with his books, I shall not trouble him, for who knows if he can read what the letter says. Let me hold it to my forehead and press it to my heart. When the night grows still and stars come out one by one I will spread it on my lap and stay silent. The rustling leaves will read it aloud to me, the rushing stream will chant it, and the seven wise stars will sing it to me from the sky. I cannot find what I seek, I cannot understand what I would lean but this unread letter has lightened my burdens and turned my though into songs.
