ON THE DAY when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded. Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind. That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that it was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
I HAVE COME TO thee to take thy touch before I begin my day. Let thy eyes rest upon my eyes for awhile. Let me take to my work the assurance of thy comradeship, my friend. Fill my mind with thy music to last through the desert of noise! Let thy Love's sunshine kiss the peaks of my thoughts and linger in my life's valley where the harvest ripens.
প্রথম দিনের সূর্য প্রশ্ন করেছিল সত্তার নূতন আবির্ভাবে-- কে তুমি, মেলে নি উত্তর। বৎসর বৎসর চলে গেল, দিবসের শেষ সূর্য শেষ প্রশ্ন উচ্চারিল পশ্চিম-সাগরতীরে, নিস্তব্ধ সন্ধ্যায়-- কে তুমি, পেল না উত্তর।
