WHEN THOU commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes.
All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony-and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea.
I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence.
I touch by the edge of the far spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach.
Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

      পাখি যবে গাহে গান,
জানে না, প্রভাত-রবিরে সে তার
      প্রাণের অর্ঘ্যদান।
          ফুল ফুটে বনমাঝে--
সেই তো তাহার পূজানিবেদন
      আপনি সে জানে না যে।

THOU HAST come again to me in the burst of a sudden storm,
filling my sky with the shudder of thy shadowy clouds.
The Sun is hidden, the stars are lost;
the red line of the road is merged in the mist of the rain;
the wail of the wind comes across the water.
Fitful showers, like ghastly fingers, strike the chords of some unseen harp,
waking up the music of the dark,
sweeping my heart with a shiver of sounds.