(From the Bengali of Devendranath Sen)
METHINKS, MY love, before the daybreak of life you stood under some waterfall of happy dreams, filling your blood with its liquid turbulence. Or, perhaps, your path was through the garden of the gods, where the merry multitude of jasmine, lilies, and oleanders fell in your arms in heaps, and entering your heart became boisterous.
Your laughter is a song whose words are drowned in the clamour of tune, a rapture of odour of flowers that are not seen; it is like the moonlight breaking through your lips' window when the moon is hiding in your heart. I ask for no reason, I forget the cause, I only know that your laughter is the tumult of insurgent life.

THE NIGHT'S silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky way.

সখার কাছেতে প্রেম
      চান ভগবান,
দাসের কাছেতে নতি
      চাহে শয়তান।