যদি এ আমার হৃদয়দুয়ার
                           বন্ধ রহে গো কভু
              দ্বার ভেঙে তুমি এসো মোর প্রাণে,
                           ফিরিয়া যেয়ো না প্রভু।
যদি কোনদিন এ বীণার তারে
তব প্রিয়নাম নাহি ঝংকারে
দয়া ক'রে তুমি ক্ষণেক  দাঁড়ায়ো,
              ফিরিয়া যেয়ো না প্রভু।
              তব আহ্বানে যদি কভু মোর
              নাহি ভেঙে যায়ে সুপ্তির ঘোর
              বজ্রবেদনে জাগায়ো আমায়,
                          ফিরিয়া যেয়ো না প্রভু।
যদি কোনোদিন তোমার আসনে
আর-কাহারেও বসাই যতনে
চিরদিবসের হে রাজা আমার,
              ফিরিয়া যেয়ো না প্রভু।

I REMEMBER my childhood when the sunrise, like my play-fellow, would burst in to my bedside with its daily surprise of morning; when the faith in the marvellous bloomed like fresh flowers in my heart every day, looking into the face of the world in simple gladness; when insects, birds and beasts, the common weeds, grass and the clouds had their fullest value of wonder; when the patter of rain at night brought dreams from the fairyland, and mother's voice in the evening gave meaning to the stars
And then I think of death, and the rise of the curtain and the new morning and my life awakened in its fresh surprise of love.

THE DAY CAME for the image from the temple to be drawn round the holy town in its chariot.
        The Queen said to the King, 'Let us go and attend the festival.'
        Only one man out of the whole household did not join in the pilgrimage. His work was to collect stalks of spear-grass to make brooms for the King's house.
        The chief of the servants said in pity to him, 'You may come with us.'
He bowed his head, saying, 'It cannot be.'
The man dwelt by the road along which the King's followers had to pass.
        And when the Minister's elephant reached this spot, he called to him and said, 'Come with us and see the God ride in his chariot!'
        I dare not seek God after the King's fashion,' said the man.
        'How should you ever have such luck again as to see the God in his chariot?' asked the Minister.
        'When God himself comes to my door,' answered the man.
        The Minister laughed loud and said, 'Fool! "When God comes to your door!" yet a King must travel to see him!'
'Who except God visits the poor?' said the man.