IN THE YOUTH of the world, Himalaya, you sprang from the rent breast of the earth, and hurled your burning challenges to the sun, hill after hill. Then came the mellow time when you said to yourself, 'No more, no further!' and your fiery heart, that raged for the freedom of clouds, found its limits, and stood still to salute the limitless. After this check on your passion, beauty was free to play upon your breast, and trust surrounded you with the joy of flowers and birds.
You sit in your solitude like a great reader, on whose lap lies open some ancient book with its countless pages of stone. What story is written there, I wonder?is it the eternal wedding of the divine ascetic, Shiva, with Bhavani, the divine love?the drama of the Terrible wooing the power of the Frail?

MY MASTER HAS bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of
Defeat, for that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but
the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
She is forsaken of the day, and God's night is waiting for her with its lamps lighted and flowers wet with dew.
She is silent with her eyes downcast; she has left her home behind her, from her home has come that wailing in the wind.
But the stars are singing the love-song of the eternal to a face sweet with shame and suffering.
The door has been opened in the lonely chamber, the call has sounded and the heart of the darkness throbs with awe because of the coming tryst.

হা রে নিরানন্দ দেশ, পরি জীর্ণ জরা,
বহি বিজ্ঞতার বোঝা, ভাবিতেছ মনে
ঈশ্বরের প্রবঞ্চনা পড়িয়াছে ধরা
সুচতুর সূক্ষ্মদৃষ্টি তোমার নয়নে!
লয়ে কুশাঙ্কুর বুদ্ধি শাণিত প্রখরা
কর্মহীন রাত্রিদিন বসি গৃহকোণে
মিথ্যা ব'লে জানিয়াছ বিশ্ববসুন্ধরা
গ্রহতারাময় সৃষ্টি অনন্ত গগনে।
যুগযুগান্তর ধ'রে পশু পক্ষী প্রাণী
অচল নির্ভয়ে হেথা নিতেছে নিশ্বাস
বিধাতার জগতেরে মাতৃক্রোড় মানি;
তুমি বৃদ্ধ কিছুরেই কর না বিশ্বাস!
লক্ষ কোটি জীব লয়ে এ বিশ্বের মেলা
তুমি জানিতেছ মনে, সব ছেলেখেলা।