MAY BE THERE is one house in this city where the gate opens for ever this morning at the touch of the sunrise, where the errand of the light is fulfilled.
The flowers have opened in hedges and gardens, and may be there is one heart that has found in them this morning the gift that has been on its voyage from endless time.

       দুঃস্বপন কোথা হতে এসে
              জীবনে বাধায় গণ্ডগোল।
       কেঁদে উঠে জেগে দেখি শেষে
              কিছু নাই আছে মার কোল।
                  ভেবেছিনু আর-কেহ বুঝি,
                  ভয়ে তাই প্রাণপণে যুঝি,
                  তব হাসি দেখে আজ বুঝি
                    তুমিই দিয়েছ মোরে দোল।
         এ জীবন সদা দেয় নাড়া
                    লয়ে তার সুখ দুখ ভয়;
         কিছু যেন নাই গো সে ছাড়া,
                 সেই যেন মোর সমুদয়।
                        এ ঘোর কাটিয়া যাবে চোখে
                        নিমেষেই প্রভাত-আলোকে,
                        পরিপূর্ণ তোমার সম্মুখে
                        থেমে যাবে সকল কল্লোল।

THOUGH I know, my friend, that we are different
my mind refuses to own it.
For we two woke up in the same sleepless night
while the birds sang,
and the same spell of the spring
entered our hearts.
Though your face is towards the light
and mine in the shade
the delight of our meeting is sweet and secret,
for the flood of youth in its eddying dance
has drawn us close.
With your glory and grace you conquer the world,
my face is pale.
But a magnanimous breath of life
has carried me to your side
and the dark line of our difference
is aglow with the radiance of a dawn.