রানী, তোর ঠোঁট দুটি মিঠি
রানী, তোর মধুখানা দিঠি
রানী, তুই মণি তুই ধন,
তোর কথা ভাবি সারাক্ষণ।
দীর্ঘ সন্ধ্যা কাটে কী করিয়া?
সাধ যায় তোর কাছে গিয়া
চুপিচাপি বসি এক ভিতে
ছোটোছোটো সেই ঘরটিতে।
ছোটো হাতখানি হাতে করে
অধরেতে রেখে দিই ধরে।
ভিজাই ফেলিয়া আঁখিজল
ছোট সে কোমল করতল।

IT WAS GROWING dark when I asked her, 'What strange land have I come to?'
        She only lowered her eyes, and the water gurgled in thethroat of her jar, as she walked away.
        The trees hang vaguely over the bank, and the land appears as though it already belonged to the past.
        The water is dumb, the bamboos are darkly still, a wristlet tinkles against the water-jar from down the lane.
Row no more, but fasten the boat to this tree,-for I love the look of this land.
        The evening star goes down behind the temple dome, and the pallor of the marble landing haunts the dark water.
        Belated wayfarers sigh; for light from hidden windows is splintered into the darkness by intervening wayside trees and bushes. Still that wristlet tinkles against the water-jar, and retreating steps rustle from down the lane littered with leaves.
        The night deepens, the palace towers loom spectre-like, and the town hums wearily.
        Row no more, but fasten the boat to a tree.
Let me seek rest in this strange land, dimly lying under the stars, where darkness tingles with the tinkle of a wristlet knocking against a water-jar.

I AM ONLY waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands. That is why it is so late and why I have been guilty of such omissions.
They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast; but I evade them ever, for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.
People blame me and call me heedless; I doubt not they are right in their blame.
The market day is over and work is all done for the busy. Those who came to call me in vain have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.