I.83. canda jhalkai yahi ghat mahin
THE MOON shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.
So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.
The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers.
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

TAKE YOUR holiday, my boy; there are the blue sky and the bare field, the barn and the ruined temple under the ancient tamarind.
        My holiday must be taken through yours, finding light in the dance of your eyes, music in your noisy shouts.
        To you autumn brings the true holiday freedom: to me it brings the impossibility of work; for lo! you burst into my room.
        Yes, my holiday is an endless freedom for love to disturb.

গুপ্তিপাড়ায় জন্ম তাহার;
     নিন্দাবাদের দংশনে
অভিমানে মরতে গেল
     মোগলসরাই জংসনে।
কাছা কোঁচা ঘুচিয়ে গুপি
ধরল ইজের, পরল টুপি,
দু হাত দিয়ে লেগে গেল
     কোফ্‌তা-কাবাব-ধ্বংসনে।
         গুরুপুত্র সঙ্গে ছিল--
     বললে তারে, 'অংশ নে।'