MAKE ME THY poet, 0 Night, veiled Night!
There are some who have sat speechless for ages in thy shadow; let me utter their songs.
Take me up on thy chariot without wheels, running noiselessly from world to world, thou queen in the palace of time, thou darkly beautiful!
Many a questioning mind has stealthily entered thy courtyard and roamed through thy lampless house seeking for answers.
From many a heart, pierced with the arrow of joy from the hands of the Unknown, have burst forth glad chants, shaking the darkness to its foundation.
Those wakeful souls gaze in the starlight in wonder at the treasure they have suddenly found. '
Make me their poet, 0 Night, the poet of thy fathomless silence.

YOU ASK ME, mother, where I most wish to go. It is there from
where I first came to you. But I never can remember the place.
My father smiles at my trouble and says. 'It is beyond the clouds
in the land of the evening star.'
But I hear from you, it is deep in the bosom of the earth, from
where the flowers come away seeking the sun.
'That land lies unseen,' my auntie says, 'in the bottom of the
sea, hiding all the precious gems in its store.'
My brother pulls my hair and says, 'How can you find it, you
stupid one, for it is mingled in the air.'
It must be everywhere, it seems to me when I listen to you all.
Only my school-master shakes his head and says'It is nowhere.'

পাষাণে পাষাণে তব শিখরে শিখরে
লিখেছ, হে গিরিরাজ, অজানা অক্ষরে
কত যুগযুগান্তরের প্রভাতে সন্ধ্যায়
ধরিত্রীর ইতিবৃত্ত অনন্ত-অধ্যায়।
মহান সে গ্রন্থপত্র, তারি এক দিকে
কেবল একটি ছত্রে রাখিবে কি লিখে--
তব শৃঙ্গশিলাতলে দুদিনের খেলা,
আমাদের ক'জনের আনন্দের মেলা।