WHEN THOU savest me the steps are lighter in the march of thy worlds.
When stains are washed away from my heart it brightens the light of thy sun.
That the bud has not blossomed in beauty in my life spreads sadness in the heart of creation.
When the shroud of darkness will be lifted from my soul it will bring music to thy smile.

আগুন জ্বলিত যবে
      আপন আলোতে
সাবধান করেছিলে
      মোরে দূর হতে।
নিবে গিয়ে ছাইচাপা
     আছে মৃতপ্রায়,
তাহারই বিপদ হতে
     বাঁচাও আমায়।

WHERE ROADS are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way.