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           শুভ্রতম তেজে,
পৃথিবীতে নামে সেই নানা রূপে রূপে
           নানা বর্ণে সেজে।

THE CLOUD said to me, 'I vanish'; the Night said, 'I plunge into the fiery dawn.'
The Pain said, I remain in deep silence as his footprint.'
'I die into the fulness,' said my life to me.
The Earth said, 'My lights kiss your thoughts every moment.'
'The days pass,' Love said, 'but I wait for you.'
Death said, 'I ply the boat of your life across the sea.'

THE MORNING-light aches
with the pain of parting.
Poet, take up thy flute!
Let be, if thou must depart, and go,
leaving thy song to the flowers
in this dew-dripping autumn.
Such a morning will come again
at the gold-tinted border of the East
with kunda flowers in her locks.
In the shady garden path, plaintive with dove's cooing,
tender with the caressing enchantment of the green,
will rise again the vision of this light,
her steps tinkling with the anklet of thine own songs.
Let be, if thou must depart.