ওদের কথায় ধাঁদা লাগে
            তোমার কথা আমি বুঝি।
তোমার আকাশ তোমার বাতাস
            এই তো সবি সোজাসুজি।
  হৃদয়-কুসুম আপনি ফোটে,
  জীবন আমার ভরে ওঠে,
  দুয়ার খুলে চেয়ে দেখি
            হাতের কাছে সকল পুঁজি।
সকাল-সাঁঝে সুর যে বাজে
            ভুবনজোড়া তোমার নাটে,
আলের জোয়ার বেয়ে তোমার
            তরী আসে আমার ঘাটে।
  শুনব কী আর বুঝব কী বা,
  এই তো দেখি রাত্রিদিবা
  ঘরেই তোমার আনাগোনা,
            পথে কী আর তোমায় খুঁজি?

FOR WHAT GREAT reward of my merit,
O Beautiful,
had I, a meadow-flower, once taken my place
in the chain on thy neck?
The newly-wakened eyes of the earth
were glad on that day,
and the lute, at the touch of the Ever-new,
broke out in melodies of dawn.
If that flower fades and drops to the earth
at the dim hour of the day,
when the bird's songs are languid,
let the evening wind sweep it away across the dark,
following thy departing steps,
never leaving it to be trodden to the dust
by the careless moments.

YOU CAME TO me in the wayward hours of spring with flute songs and flowers.
You troubled my heart from ripples into waves, rocking the red lotus of love.
You asked me to come out with you into the secret of life.
But I fell asleep among the murmurous leaves of May.
When I woke the cloud gathered in the sky and the dead leaves flitted in the wind.
Through the patter of rain I hear your nearing footsteps and the cry to come out with you into the secret of death.
I walk to your side and put my hand into yours, while your eyes burn and water drips from your hair.