গায়ে আমার পুলক লাগে,
              চোখে ঘনায় ঘোর,
       হৃদয়ে মোর কে বেঁধেছে
              রাঙা রাখীর ডোর।
                           আজিকে এই আকাশতলে
                           জলে স্থলে ফুলে ফলে
                           কেমন করে মনোহরণ
                                  ছড়ালে মন মোর।
       কেমন খেলা হল আমার
              আজি তোমার সনে।
       পেয়েছি কি খুঁজে বেড়াই
              ভেবে না পাই মনে।
                           আনন্দ আজ কিসের ছলে
                           কাঁদিতে চায় নয়নজলে,
                           বিরহ আজ মধুর হয়ে
                                  করেছে প্রাণ ভোর।

HOLD THY FAITH firm, my heart, the day will dawn.
The seed of promise is deep in the soil, it will sprout.
Sleep, like a bud, will open its heart to the light, and the silence will find its voice.
The day is near when thy burden will become thy gift, and thy sufferings will light up thy path.

IT IS NIGHT.
The travellers spread their mats on the ground under the banyan tree.
A gust of wind blows out the lamp
and the darkness deepens like a sleep into a swoon.
Someone from the crowd suddenly stands up
and pointing to the leader with merciless finger breaks out:
'False prophet, thou hast deceived us!'
Others take up the cry one by one,
women hiss their hatred and men growl.
At last one bolder than others suddenly deals him a blow.
They cannot see his face, but fall upon him in a fury of destruction and hit him till he lies prone upon the ground his life extinct.
The night is still, the sound of the distant waterfall comes muffled and a faint breath of jasmine floats in the air.