ALL THAT I had I gave to you, keeping but the barest veil of reserve.
        It is so thin that you secretly smile at it and I feel ashamed.
        The gust of the spring breeze sweeps it away unawares, and the flutter of my own heart moves it as the waves move their foam.
        My love, do not grieve if I keep this flimsy mist of distance round me.
        This frail reserve of mine is no mere woman's coyness, but a slender stem on which the flower of my self-surrender bends towards you with reticent grace.

ঝরনা উথলে ধরার হৃদয় হতে
      তপ্তবারির স্রোতে--
গোপনে লুকানো অশ্রু কী লাগি
      বাহিরিল এ আলোতে।

I KNOW YOU will win my heart some day, my lover.
Through your stars you gaze deep into my dreams;
You send your secrets in your moonbeams to me, and I muse and my eyes dim with tears.
Your wooing is in the sunny sky thrilling in the tremulous leaves, in the idle hours overflowing with shepherds' piping, in the rain-dimmed dusk when the heart aches with its loneliness.