AGE AFTER AGE, hast Thou, O Lord, sent Thy messengers into this pitiless world, who have left their word: 'Forgive all. Love all. Cleanse your hearts from the blood-red stains of hatred.'
Adorable are they, ever to be remembered; yet from the outer door have I turned them away to-day-this evil daywith unmeaning salutation.
Have I not seen secret malignance strike down the helpless under the cover of hypocritical night?
Have I not heard the silenced voice of Justice weeping in solitude at might's defiant outrages?
Have I not seen in what agony reckless youth, running mad, has vainly shattered its life against insensitive rocks?
Choked is my voice, mute are my songs to-day, and darkly my world lies imprisoned in a dismal dream; and I ask Thee, O Lord, in tears: 'Hast Thou Thyself forgiven, hast even Thou loved those who are poisoning Thy air, and blotting out Thy light?'

বর এসেছে বীরের ছাঁদে,
        বিয়ের লগ্ন আটটা।
পিতল-আঁটা লাঠি কাঁধে,
        গালেতে গালপাট্টা।
   শ্যালীর সঙ্গে ক্রমে ক্রমে
     আলাপ যখন উঠল জমে,
রায়বেঁশে নাচ নাচের ঝোঁকে
        মাথায় মারলে গাঁট্টা।
শ্বশুর কাঁদে মেয়ের শোকে,
          বর হেসে কয়-- 'ঠাট্টা'!

YOU SEEMED from afar
titanic in your mysterious majesty of terror.
With palpitating heart I stood before your presence.
Your knitted brows boded ill
and sudden came down the blow
with a growl and a crash.
My bones cracked,
with bowed head I waited
for the final fury to come.
It came.
And I wondered, could this be all of the menace?
With your weapon held high in suspense
you looked mightily big.
To strike me you came down
to where I crouched low on the ground.
You suddenly became small
and I stood up.
From thence there was only pain for me
but no fear.
Great you are as death itself,
but your victim is greater than death.