কী হবে বলো গো সখি ভালোবাসি অভাগারে যদি ভালোবেসে থাক ভুলে যাও একেবারে -- একদিন এ হৃদয় -- আছিল কুসুমময় চরাচর পূর্ণ ছিল সুখের অমৃতধারে সেদিন গিয়েছে সখি আর কিছু নাই ভেঙে পুড়ে সব যেন হয়ে গেছে ছাই হৃদয়-কবরে শুধু মৃত ঘটনার ...[র]য়েছে পড়ে স্মৃতি নাম যার।
I CLING TO THIS living raft, my body, in the narrow stream of my earthly years. I leave it when the crossing is over. And then? I do not know if the light there and the darkness are the same. The Unknown is the perpetual freedom: He is pitiless in his love. He crushes the shell for the pearl, dumb in the prison of the dark. You muse and weep for the days that are done, poor heart! Be glad that days are to come! The hour strikes, 0 pilgrim! It is time for you to take the parting of the ways! His face will be unveiled once again and you shall meet.
I HAD GONE a-begging from door to door in the village path, when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I wondered who was this King-of all kings! My hopes rose high and methought my evil days were at an end, and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust. The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say 'What hast thou to give to me?' Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open thy palm to a beggar to beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee. But how great my surprise when at the day's end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.
