I FORGOT myself for a moment, and I came.
        But raise your eyes, and let me know if there still linger some shadow of other days, like a pale cloud on the horizon that has been robbed of its rain.
        For a moment bear with me if I forget myself.
The roses are still in bud; they do not yet know how we neglect to gather flowers this summer.
        The morning star has the same palpitating hush; the early light is enmeshed in the branches that overbrow your window, as in those other days.
        That times are changed I forget for a little, and have come.
I forget if you ever shamed me by looking away when I bared my heart.
        I only remember the words that stranded on the tremor of your lips; I remember in your dark eyes sweeping shadows of passion, like the wings of a home-seeking bird in the dusk.
        I forget that you do not remember, and I come.

       আমার এ গান ছেড়েছে তার
                    সকল অলংকার,
       তোমার কাছে রাখে নি আর
                    সাজের অহংকার।
         অলংকার যে মাঝে পড়ে
         মিলনেতে আড়াল করে,
         তোমার কথা ঢাকে যে তার
                    মুখর ঝংকার।
                           তোমার কাছে খাটে না মোর
                                         কবির গরব করা,
                           মহাকবি, তোমার পায়ে
                                         দিতে চাই যে ধরা।
                             জীবন লয়ে যতন করি'
                             যদি সকল বাঁশি গড়ি,
                             আপন সুরে দিবে ভরি
                                         সকল ছিদ্র তার।

COME FRIEND, flinch not, step down upon the hard earth.
Do not gather dreams in the dusk.
Storms are brewing in the sky, lightning flashes are striking at our sleep.
Come down to the common life.
The web of illusion is torn, take shelter within walls of rough stones.