আমার     আর হবে না দেরি--
আমি       শুনেছি ওই বাজে তোমার ভেরী।
    তুমি কি নাথ, দাঁড়িয়ে আছ আমার যাবার পথে।
    মনে হয় যে ক্ষণে ক্ষণে মোর বাতায়ন হতে
                    তোমায় যেন হেরি--
আমার     আর হবে না দেরি।
আমার     কাজ হয়েছে সারা,
এখন       প্রাণে বাঁশি বাজায় সন্ধ্যাতারা।
    দেবার মতো যা ছিল মোর নাই কিছু আর হাতে,
    তোমার আশীর্বাদের মালা নেব কেবল মাথে
                   আমার ললাট ঘেরি--
এখন       আর হবে না দেরি।

WHEN THE warriors came out first from their master's hall, where had they hid their power? Where were their armour and their arms?
They looked poor and helpless, and the arrows were showered upon them on the day they came out from their master's hall.
When the warriors marched back again to their master's hall where
did they hide their power?
They had dropped the sword and dropped the bow and the arrow; peace was on their foreheads, and they had left the fruits of their life behind them on the day they marched back again to their master's hall.

THE FATHER came back from the funeral rites.
        His boy of seven stood at the window, with eyes wide open and a golden amulet hanging from his neck, full of thoughts too difficult for his age.
        His father took him in his arms and the boy asked him, 'Where is mother?'
        In heaven,' answered his father, pointing to the sky.
At night the father groaned in slumber, weary with grief.
        A lamp dimly burned near the bedroom door, and a lizard chased moths on the wall.
        The boy woke up from sleep, felt with his hands the emptiness in the bed, and stole out to the open terrace.
        The boy raised his eyes to the sky and long gazed in silence. His bewildered mind sent abroad into the night the question, 'Where is heaven?'
No answer came: and the stars seemed like the burning tears of that ignorant darkness.