কত লক্ষ বরষের তপস্যার ফলে
              ধরণীর তলে
     ফুটিয়াছে আজি এ মাধবী।
              এ আনন্দচ্ছবি
যুগে যুগে ঢাকা ছিল অলক্ষ্যের বক্ষের আঁচলে।
              সেইমতো আমার স্বপনে
     কোনো দূর যুগান্তরে বসন্তকাননে
              কোনো এক কোণে
     একবেলাকার মুখে একটুকু হাসি
              উঠিবে বিকাশি--
     এই আশা গভীর গোপনে
              আছে মোর মনে।

THE BEGGAR IN me lifted his lean hands to the starless sky and cried into night's ear with his hungry voice.
His prayers were to the blind Darkness who lay like a fallen god in a desolate heaven of lost hopes.
The cry of desire eddied round a chasm of despair, a wailing bird
circling its empty nest.
But when morning dropped anchor at the rim of the East, the beggar m me leapt and cried:
'Blessed am I that the deaf night denied me-that its coffer was empty.'
He cried, 'O Life, O Light, you are precious! and precious is the joy that at last has known you!'

I AM HERE TO sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat.
In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose.
When the hour strikes for thy silent worship at the dark temple of midnight, command me, my master, to stand before thee to sing.
When in the morning air the golden harp is tuned, honour me, commanding my presence.