I.52. khasm na cinhai bawari
O MAN, IF thou dost not know thine own Lord, whereof art thou so proud?
Put thy cleverness away: mere words shall never unite thee to Him.
Do not deceive thyself with the witness of the Scriptures:
Love is something other than this, and he who has sought it truly has found it.

THE TIME THAT my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself, and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said 'Here art thou!'
The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' Melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the blood of the assurance 'I am!'

এবার     ভাসিয়ে দিতে হবে আমার
             এই তরী।      
  তীরে বসে যায় যে বেলা,
            মরি গো মরি।
  ফুল-ফোটানো সারা ক'রে
  বসন্ত যে গেল স'রে,
  নিয়ে ঝরা ফুলের ডালা
            বলো কী করি।
  জল উঠেছে ছলছলিয়ে
            ঢেউ উঠেছে দুলে,
  মর্মরিয়ে ঝরে পাতা
            বিজন তরুমূলে।
  শূন্য মনে কোথায় তাকাস।
  সকল বাতাস সকল আকাশ
  ওই পারের ওই বাঁশির সুরে
            উঠে শিহরি।