WHAT IS THIS melody that overflows nay life, only I know and my
heart knows.
Why I watch and wait, what I beg and from whom, only I know and
my heart knows.
The morning smiles like a friend at my gate, the evening droops
down like a flower by the edge of the woods.
The flute music floats in the air in the dawn and in the dusk. It
beguiles my thoughts away from my toils.
What is this tune and who plays it ever, only I know and my heart knows.

   নয়নে নিঠুর চাহনি,
         হৃদয়ে করুণা ঢাকা--
   গভীর প্রেমের কাহিনী
         গোপন করিয়া রাখা।

I THOUGHT I had something to say to her when our eyes met in the road.
But she passed away, and it rocks day and night
like an idle boat on every wave of the hours
the thing that I had to say to her.
It seems to sail in the autumn clouds in an endless quest
and to bloom into evening flowers
seeking its lost words in the sunset.
It twinkles like fireflies in my heart to find its own meaning
in the dusk of despair
the thing that I had to say to her.