মাঠে আছে কাঁচা ধান
     কাঁচা হাঁড়ি কুমোর-বাড়ি,
কাঁচা চুলো, ভিজে কাঠ--
     পাত পাড়িয়ো না তাড়াতাড়ি।

OUR LIFE SAILS on the uncrossed sea whose waves chase each other in an eternal hide-and-seek.
        It is the restless sea of change, feeding its foaming flocks to lose them over and over again, beating its hands against the calm of the sky.
Love, in the centre of this circling war-dance of light and dark, yours is that green island, where the sun kisses the shy forest shade and silence is wooed by birds' singing.

MY MASTER HAS bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of
Defeat, for that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but
the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
She is forsaken of the day, and God's night is waiting for her with its lamps lighted and flowers wet with dew.
She is silent with her eyes downcast; she has left her home behind her, from her home has come that wailing in the wind.
But the stars are singing the love-song of the eternal to a face sweet with shame and suffering.
The door has been opened in the lonely chamber, the call has sounded and the heart of the darkness throbs with awe because of the coming tryst.