আলোয় আলোকময় ক'রে হে
       এলে আলোর আলো।
আমার নয়ন হতে আঁধার
       মিলালো মিলালো।
             সকল আকাশ সকল ধরা
             আনন্দে হাসিতে ভরা,
             যে দিক-পানে নয়ন মেলি
                    ভালো সবই ভালো।
তোমার আলো গাছের পাতায়
       নাচিয়ে তোলে প্রাণ।
তোমার আলো পাখির বাসায়
       জাগিয়ে তোলে গান।
               তোমার আলো ভালোবেসে
               পড়েছে মোর গায়ে এসে,
              হৃদয়ে মোর নির্মল হাত
                    বুলালো বুলালো।

THE SLEEP that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two timid buds of enchantment. From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does anybody know where it was born? Yes there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning- the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs-does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.

LAST NIGHT IN the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon's dream overflowed the world of slumber.
To-day in the dew-cooled calm of the dawn you are walking to God's temple, bathed and robed white, with a basketful of flowers in your hand. I stand aside in the shade under the tree, with my head bent, in the calm of the dawn by the lonely road to the temple.