EARLY IN THE day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is the time not come yet? Are there works still to do? Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night?

গতি আমার এসে
ঠেকে যেথায় শেষে
            অশেষ সেথা খোলে আপন দ্বার।
যেথা আমার গান
হয় গো অবসান
            সেথা গানের নীরব পারাবার।
যেথা আমার আঁখি
আঁধারে যায় ঢাকি
            অলখ-লোকের আলোক সেথা জ্বলে।
বাইরে কুসুম ফুটে
ধুলায় পড়ে টুটে,
            অন্তরে তো অমৃত-ফল ফলে।
কর্ম বৃহৎ হয়ে
চলে যখন বয়ে
           তখন সে পায় বৃহৎ অবকাশ।
যখন আমার আমি
ফুরায়ে যায় থামি
           তখন আমার তোমাতে প্রকাশ।

IT IS LITTLE that remains now, the rest was spent in one careless summer. It is just enough to put in a song and sing to you; to weave in a flower- chain gently clasping your wrist; to hang in your ear like a round pink pearl, like a blushing whisper; to risk in a game one evening and utterly lose.
My boat is a frail small thing, not fit for crossing wild waves in the rain. If you but lightly step on it I shall gently row you by the shelter of the shore, where the dark water in ripples are like a dream-ruffled sleep; where the dove's cooing from the drooping branches makes the noon- day shadows plaintive. At the day's end, when you are tired, I shall pluck a dripping lily to put in your hair and take my leave.