I AM SMALL because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, 'It is late, bring your slate and your books.'
I shall tell him, 'Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more.'
My master will wonder and say, 'He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up.'
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, 'You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you.'
I shall answer, 'Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone.'
Uncle will say, 'Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up.'
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, 'What are you about, naughty child?'
I shall tell her, 'Mother, don't you know, I am as big as father, and I must give silver to my nurse.'
Mother will say to herself, 'He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up.'
In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, 'Father, give them to my dada,' for I am as big as you are.'
Father will think and say, 'He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up.'

FOR A MERE nothing fill me with gladness. Only hold my hand in your hand.
In the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you wish.
Bind me close to you with nothing.
I shall spread myself out at your feet and lie still.
I shall meet silence with silence under this sky.
I shall become one with the night, clasping the earth to my breast.
Make my life glad with nothing.
The rains sweep the sky from end to end.
In the wild wet wind jasmines revel in their own perfume.
The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret.
Let me fill my heart to the full with nothing but my own depth of joy.

সুন্দর বটে তব অঙ্গদখানি
            তারায় তারায় খচিত,
স্বর্ণে রত্নে শোভন লোভন জানি
            বর্ণে বর্ণে রচিত।
খড়্‌গ তোমার আরো মনোহর লাগে
            বাঁকা বিদ্যুতে আঁকা সে,
গরুড়ের পাখা রক্তরবির রাগে
            যেন গো অস্ত-আকাশে।
জীবন-শেষের শেষ জাগরণসম
            ঝলসিছে মহাবেদনা-
নিমেষে দহিয়া যাহা-কিছু আছে মম
            তীব্র ভীষণ চেতনা।
সুন্দর বটে তব অঙ্গদখানি
            তারায় তারায় খচিত-
খড়্‌গ তোমার,হে দেব ব্রজপাণি,
চরম শোভায় রচিত।