LET ONLY THAT little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.

I WAS WALKING along a path overgrown with grass, when suddenly I heard from some one behind, 'See if you know me?'
        I turned round and looked at her and said, I cannot remember your name.'
        She said, I am that first great Sorrow whom you met when you were young.'
        Her eyes looked like a morning whose dew is still in the air.
        I stood silent for some time till I said, 'Have you lost all the great burden of your tears?'
        She smiled and said nothing. I felt that her tears had had time to learn the language of smiles.
        'Once you said,' she whispered, 'that you would cherish your grief for ever.'
        I blushed and said, 'Yes, but years have passed and I forget.'
        Then I took her hand in mine and said, 'But you have changed.'
'What was sorrow once has now become peace,' she said.

"বউ কথা কও' "বউ কথা কও'
      যতই গায় সে পাখি
নিজের কথাই কুঞ্জবনের
      সব কথা দেয় ঢাকি।