যা পায় সকলই জমা করে,
        প্রাণের এ লীলা রাত্রিদিন।
কালের তাণ্ডবলীলাভরে
        সকলই শূন্যেতে হয় লীন।

YOU SEEMED from afar
titanic in your mysterious majesty of terror.
With palpitating heart I stood before your presence.
Your knitted brows boded ill
and sudden came down the blow
with a growl and a crash.
My bones cracked,
with bowed head I waited
for the final fury to come.
It came.
And I wondered, could this be all of the menace?
With your weapon held high in suspense
you looked mightily big.
To strike me you came down
to where I crouched low on the ground.
You suddenly became small
and I stood up.
From thence there was only pain for me
but no fear.
Great you are as death itself,
but your victim is greater than death.

WHEN BELLS sounded in your temple in the morning, men and women
hastened down the woodland path with their offerings of fresh flowers.
But I lay on the grass in the shade and let them pass by.
I think it was well that I was idle, for then my flowers were in bud.
At the end of the day they have bloomed, and I go to my evening
worship.