লাঠি গালি দেয়, ছড়ি, তুই সরু কাঠি!
ছড়ি তারে গালি দেয়, তুমি মোটা লাঠি!

I AM GLAD you will not wait for me with that lingering pity in your look.
        It is only the spell of the night and my farewell words, startled at their own tune of despair, which bring these tears to my eyes. But day will dawn, my eyes will dry and my heart; and there will be no time for weeping.
Who says it is hard to forget?
        The mercy of death works at life's core, bringing it respite from its own foolish persistence.
        The stormy sea is lulled at last in its rocking-cradle; the forest fire falls to sleep on its bed of ashes.
        You and I shall part, and the cleavage will be hidden under living grass and flowers that laugh in the sun.

যাওয়া-আসার একই যে পথ
      জান না তা কি অন্ধ?
যাবার পথ রোধিতে গেলে
      আসার পথ বন্ধ।