THOU DIDST well to turn me back when I came begging.
In thy parting glance I saw a smile; and since then
I have learnt my lesson. I break my old alms bowl,
I wait for my chance to give what is mine.
From the morning crowds have gathered at thy gateway.
Let their need be all fulfilled. When at the fall of night they disperse, and cries are hushed; when stars seem listening to some epic of the age before their birth-time, of the fight of new-born light with ancient darkness,
to thy feet I come with homage of my longing:
'Take my lute in thine own hand and play it, Master.'

FAR AS I GAZE at the depth of Thy immensity
I find no trace there of sorrow or death or separation.
Death assumes its aspect of terror
and sorrow its pain
only when, away from Thee,
I turn my face towards my own dark self.
Thou All Perfect,
everything abides at Thy feet
for all time.
The fear of loss only clings to me
with its ceaseless grief,
but the shame of my penury
and my life's burden
vanish in a moment
when I feel Thy presence
in the centre of my being.

বাহিরের আশীর্বাদ
          কী আনিব আমি--
অন্তরের আশীর্বাদ
          দিন অন্তর্যামী।
      পথিকের কথাগুলি
      লভিবে পথের ধূলি--
জীবন করিবে পূর্ণ
          জীবনের স্বামী।