THE DAY IS dim with rain.
Angry lightnings glance through the tattered cloud-veils.
And the forest is like a caged lion shaking its mane in despair.
On such a day amidst the winds beating their wings, let me find my peace in thy presence,
For the sorrowing sky has shadowed my solitude, to deepen the meaning of thy touch about my heart.

WHEN THE weariness of the road is upon me, and the thirst of the sultry day; when the ghostly hours of the dusk throw their shadows across my life, then I cry not for your voice only, my friend, but for your touch.
There is an anguish in my heart for the burden of its riches not given to you.
Put out your hand through the night, let me hold it and fill it and keep it; let me feel its touch along the lengthening stretch of my loneliness.

অমলধারা ঝরনা যেমন
      স্বচ্ছ তোমার প্রাণ,
পথে তোমার জাগিয়ে তুলুক
      আনন্দময় গান।
সম্মুখেতে চলবে যত
      পূর্ণ হবে নদীর মতো,
দুই কূলেতে দেবে ভ'রে
      সফলতার দান।