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.

অনিত্যের যত আবর্জনা
     পূজার প্রাঙ্গণ হতে
           প্রতিক্ষণে করিয়ো মার্জনা।

WHEN I THOUGHT I would mould you, an image from my life for men to worship, I brought my dust and desires and all my coloured delusions and dreams.
When I asked you to mould with my life an image from your heart for you to love, you brought your fire and force, and truth, loveliness and peace.