I FEEL THAT my heart will leave its own colour in all your scenes, O Earth, when I bid you farewell. Some notes of mine will be added to your seasons' melody, and my thoughts will breathe unrecognised through the cycle of shadows and sunshine.
In far-distant days summer will come to the lovers' garden, but they will not know that their flowers have borrowed an added beauty from my songs, nor that their love for this world has been deepened by mine.

WITH THE morning he came out to walk a road shaded by a file of deodars, that coiled the hill round like importunate love.
        He held the first letter from his newly wedded wife in their village home, begging him to come to her, and come soon.
        The touch of an absent hand haunted him as he walked, and the air seemed to take up the cry of the letter: 'Love, my love, my sky is brimming with tears!'
        He asked himself in wonder, 'How do I deserve this?'
        The sun suddenly appeared over the rim of the blue hills, and four girls from a foreign shore came with swift strides, talking loud and followed by a barking dog.
        The two elder turned away to conceal their amusement at something strange in his insignificance, and the younger ones pushed each other, laughed aloud, and ran off in exuberant mirth.
He stopped and his head sank. Then he suddenly felt his letter, opened and read it again.

কোন্‌ আলোতে প্রাণের প্রদীপ
       জ্বালিয়ে তুমি ধরায় আস।
সাধক ওগো, প্রেমিক ওগো,
       পাগল ওগো, ধরায় আস।
                    এই   অকুল সংসারে
       দুঃখ-আঘাত তোমার প্রাণে বীণা ঝংকারে।
                    ঘোরবিপদ-মাঝে
       কোন্‌ জননীর মুখের হাসি দেখিয়া হাস।
       তুমি        কাহার সন্ধানে
সকল সুখে আগুন জ্বেলে বেড়াও কে জানে।
       এমন        ব্যাকুল করে
কে তোমারে কাঁদায় যারে ভালোবাস।
                    তোমার     ভাবনা কিছু নাই--
       কে যে তোমার সাথের সাথি ভাবি মনে তাই।
                    তুমি   মরণ ভুলে
       কোন্‌ অনন্ত প্রাণসাগরে আনন্দে ভাস।