খবর পেলেম কল্য,
তাঞ্জামেতে চ'ড়ে রাজা
     গাঞ্জামেতে চলল।
সময়টা তার জলদি কাটে;
পৌঁছল যেই হলদিঘাটে
   একটা ঘোড়া রইল বাকি,
        তিনটে ঘোড়া মরল।
   গরানহাটায় পৌঁছে সেটা
        মুটের ঘাড়ে চড়ল।

MY MIND still buzzed with the cares of a busy day; I sat on without noting how twilight was deepening into dark. Suddenly light stirred across the gloom and touched me as with a finger.
        I lifted my head and met the gaze of the full moon widened in wonder like a child's. It held my eyes for long, and I felt as though a love-letter had been secretly dropped in at my window. And ever since my heart is breaking to write for answer something fragrant as Night's unseen flowers-great as her declaration spelt out in nameless stars.

SUDDENLY THE window of my heart flew open this morning, the window that looks out on your heart.
I wondered to see that the name by which you know me is written in April leaves and flowers, and I sat silent.
The curtain was blown away for a moment between my songs and yours.
I found that your morning light was full of my own mute songs unsung;
I thought that I would learn them at your feet-and I sat silent.