লেখা আসে ভিড় ক'রে,
            বসে তার মেলা--
কেহ আসে কেহ যায়
            কেহ করে খেলা।
আখরেতে বাসা বাঁধে
            ভাষা দিয়ে গাঁথা--
যে লেখে সে কোথা থাকে
            প'ড়ে থাকে খাতা।

HAVE YOU NOT heard his silent steps? He comes, comes, ever comes.
Every moment and every age, every day and every night he comes, comes, ever comes.
Many a song have I sung in many a mood of mind, but all their notes have always proclaimed, 'He comes, comes, ever comes.'
In the fragrant days of sunny April through the forest path he comes, comes, ever comes.
In the rainy gloom of July nights on the thundering chariot of clouds he comes, comes, ever comes.
In sorrow after sorrow it is his steps that press upon my heart, and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine.

WHO IS AWAKE all alone in this sleeping earth, in the air drowsing among the moveless leaves? awake in the silent birds' nests, in the secret centres of the flower buds? awake in the throbbing stars of the night, in the depth of the pain of my being?