I FEEL THAT all the stars shine in me.
The world breaks into my life like a flood.
The flowers blossom in my body.
All the youthfulness of land and water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.
II
When the world sleeps I come to your door.
The stars are silent, and I am afraid to sing.
I wait and watch, till your shadow passes by the balcony of night and I return with a full heart.
Then in the morning I sing by the roadside;
The flowers in the hedge give me answer and the morning air listens,
The travellers suddenly stop and look in my face, thinking I have called them by their names.
III
Keep me at your door ever attending to your wishes, and let me go about in your Kingdom accepting your call.
Let me not sink and disappear in the depth of langour.
Let not my life be worn out to tatters by penury of waste.
Let not those doubts encompass me,-the dust of distractions.
Let me not pursue many paths to gather many things.
Let me not bend my heart to the yoke of the many.
Let me hold my head high in the courage and pride of being your servant.

WHAT MUSIC is that in whose measure the world is rocked?
We laugh when it beats upon the crest of life, we shrink in terror when it returns into the dark.
But the play is the same that comes and goes with the rhythm of the endless music.
You hide your treasure in the palm of your hand, and we cry that we are robbed.
But open and shut your palm as you will, the gain and the loss are the same.
At the game you play with your own self you lose and win at once.

ফসল গিয়েছে পেকে,
দিনান্ত আপন চিহ্ন দিল তারে পাণ্ডূর আভায়।
         আলোকের ঊর্ধ্বসভা হতে
    আসন পড়িছে নুয়ে ভূতলের পানে।
         যে মাটির উদ্‌বোধন বাণী
              জাগায়েছে তারে একদিন,
         শোনো আজি তাহারই আহ্বান
                আসন্ন রাত্রির অন্ধকারে।
  সে মাটির কোল হতে যে দান নিয়েছে এতকাল
      তার চেয়ে বেশি প্রাণ কোথাও কি হবে ফিরে দেওয়া
         কোনো নব জন্মদিনে নব সূর্যোদয়ে!