THOU ART A glimmer of gold from the dawn on my life's shore,
a dew-drop on the first white flower of autumn.
Thou art a rainbow from the distant sky
bending o'er the dust,
a dream of the crescent moon
touched with a white cloud,
thou art a secret of paradise
revealed by chance to the earth.
Thou art my poet's vision,
appearing from the days
of my forgotten birth,
thou art the word that is never for utterance,
a freedom that comes in the form of a bondage,
for thou openest the door for me
to the beauty of a living light.

সংগীতের বাণীপথে
       ছন্দে গাঁথা তব নমস্কৃতি--
জাগালো অন্তরে মোর
       প্রেমরসে অভিষিক্ত গীতি।
বসন্তে কোকিল গাহে
       অলক্ষিত কোন্‌ তরুশাখে--
দূর অরণ্যের পিক
       সেই সুরে তারে ফিরে ডাকে।

'TRAVELLER, WHERE do you go?'
I go to bathe in the sea in the redd'ning dawn, along the tree-bordered path.'
'Traveller, where is that sea?'
'There where this river ends its course, where the dawn opens into morning, where the day droops to the dusk.'
'Traveller, how many are they who come with you?'
I know not how to count them.
They are travelling all night with their lamps lit, they are singing all day through land and water.'
'Traveller, how far is the sea?'
'How far is it we all ask?
The rolling roar of its water swells to the sky when we hush our talk.
It ever seems near yet far.'
'Traveller, the sun is waxing strong.'
'Yes, our journey is long and grievous.
Sing who are weary in spirit, sing who are timid of heart.'
'Traveller, what if the night overtakes you?'
'We shall lie down to sleep till the new morning dawns with its songs, and the call of the sea floats in the air.'