YOUR SPEECH is simple, my Master, but not theirs who talk of you.
I understand the voice of your stars and the silence of your trees.
I know that my heart would open like a flower; that my life has filled itself at a hidden fountain.
Your songs, like birds from the lonely land of snow, are winging to build their nests in my heart against the warmth of its April, and I am content to wait for the merry season.

SIT STILL my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.

হে প্রিয়, দুঃখের বেশে
      আস যবে মনে
তোমারে আনন্দ ব'লে
      চিনি সেই ক্ষণে।