THE BIRD OF the morning sings. Whence has he word of the morning before the morning breaks, and when the dragon night still holds the sky in its cold black coils? Tell me, bird of the morning, how, through the twofold night of the sky and the leaves, he found his way into your dream, the messenger out of the east? The world did not believe you when you cried, 'The sun is on his way, the night is no more.' 0 sleeper, awake! Bare your forehead, waiting for the first blessing of light, and sing with the bird of the morning in glad faith.
রানী, তোর ঠোঁট দুটি মিঠি রানী, তোর মধুখানা দিঠি রানী, তুই মণি তুই ধন, তোর কথা ভাবি সারাক্ষণ। দীর্ঘ সন্ধ্যা কাটে কী করিয়া? সাধ যায় তোর কাছে গিয়া চুপিচাপি বসি এক ভিতে ছোটোছোটো সেই ঘরটিতে। ছোটো হাতখানি হাতে করে অধরেতে রেখে দিই ধরে। ভিজাই ফেলিয়া আঁখিজল ছোট সে কোমল করতল।
CLOUDS HEAP upon clouds and it darkens. Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait outside at the door all alone? In the busy moments of the noontide work I am with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day it is only for thee that I hope. If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me wholly aside, I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. I keep gazing on the far away gloom of the sky, and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.
