WOMAN, THOU hast made my days of exile tender with beauty,
and hast accepted me to thy nearness with a simple grace
that is like the smile with which the unknown star welcomed me
when I stood alone at the balcony and gazed upon the southern night.
There came the voice from above: 'We know you,
For you come as our guest from the dark of the infinite, the guest of light.'
Even in the same great voice thou hast cried to me: 'I know you.'
And though I know not thy tongue. Woman, I have heard it uttered
in thy music,
'You are ever our guest on this earth, poet, the guest of love.'

THERE ARE numerous strings in your lute, let me add my own among them.
Then when you smite your chords my heart will break its silence and my life will be one with your song.
Amidst your numberless stars let me place my own little lamp.
In the dance of your festival of lights my heart will throb and my life will be one with your smile.

সুন্দরের অশ্রুজল দেখা দেয় যেই
      করুণা জাগায় সহজেই।
উপেক্ষিত অসুন্দর যে বেদনা বহে
      কোনো ব্যথা তার তুল্য নহে।