আজি উন্মাদ মধুনিশি ওগো
       চৈত্রনিশীথশশী!
তুমি এ বিপুল ধরণীর পানে
      কী দেখিছ একা বসি
      চৈত্রনিথীথশশী!
কত নদীতীরে, কত মন্দিরে,
       কত বাতায়নতলে,
কত কানাকানি, মন- জানাজানি,
       সাধাসাধি কত ছলে!
শাখাপ্রশাখার, দ্বার-জানালার
       আড়ালে আড়ালে পশি
কত সুখদুখ কত কৌতুক
       দেখিতেছ একা বসি
       চৈত্রনিশীথশশী।
মোরে দেখো চাহি, কেহ কোথা নাহি,
       শূন্য ভবন-ছাদে
       নৈশ পবন কাঁদে।
তোমারি মতন একাকী আপনি
       চাহিয়া রয়েছি বসি
       চৈত্রনিশীথশশী!

THE MORNING sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds while we busily went on our way and paid no heed.
We sang no glad songs nor played; we went not to the village for barter; we spoke not a word nor smiled; we lingered not on the way. We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by.
The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, and I laid myself down by the water and stretched my tired limbs on the grass.
My companions laughed at me in scorn; they held their heads high and hurried on; they never looked back nor rested; they vanished in the distant blue haze. They crossed many meadows and hills, and passed through strange, far-away countries. All honour to you, heroic host of the interminable path! Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, but found no response in me. I gave myself up for lost in the depth of a glad humiliation-in the shadow of a dim delight.
The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom slowly spread over my heart. I forgot for what I had travelled, and I surrendered my mind without struggle to the maze of shadows and songs.
At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes, I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile. How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome, and the struggle to reach thee was hard!

I ASK FOR A moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.