THE ODOUR CRIES in the bud, 'Ah me, the day departs, the happy day of spring, and I am a prisoner in petals!'
Do not lose heart, timid thing!
Your bonds will burst, the bud will open into flower, and when you die in the fulness of life, even then the spring will live on.
The odour pants and flutters within the bud, crying, 'Ah me, the hours pass by, yet I do not know where I go, or what it is I seek!'
Do not lose heart, timid thing!
The spring breeze has overheard your desire, the day will not end before you have fulfilled your being.
Dark is the future to her, and the odour cries in despair, 'Ah me, through whose fault is my life so unmeaning?'
'Who can tell me, why I am at all?'
Do not lose heart, timid thing!
The perfect dawn is near when you will mingle your life with all life and know at last your purpose.

দাও হে আমার ভয় ভেঙে দাও।
আমার দিকে ও মুখ ফিরাও।
             পাশে থেকে চিনতে নারি,
             কোন্‌ দিকে যে কী নেহারি,
             তুমি আমার হৃদ্‌বিহারী
                    হৃদয়পানে হাসিয়া চাও।
বলো আমায় বলো কথা,
       গায়ে আমার পরশ করো।
দক্ষিণ হাত বাড়িয়ে দিয়ে
       আমায় তুমি তুলে ধরো।
              যা বুঝি সব ভুল বুঝি হে,
              যা খুঁজি সব ভুল খুঁজি হে--
              হাসি মিছে,কান্না মিছে,
                    সামনে এসে এ ভুল ঘুচাও।

THE NIGHT is dark and your slumber is deep in the hush of my being.
Wake, 0 Pain of Love, for I know not how to open the door, and I stand outside.
The hours wait, the stars watch, the wind is still, the silence is heavy in my heart.
Wake, Love, wake! brim my empty cup, and with a breath of song ruffle the night.