নিরুদ্দেশ
শ্রীমান দিলীপকুমারের উদ্দেশে--
                      বহুদিন কেন তব সহাস্য
                      দেখি নি অমল কমল আস্য,
                            তব মুখ হতে স্বরসুধাস্রোতে
                                শুনি নি সরস ভাবের ভাষ্য!
                      কেন যে তোমার এ ঔদাস্য
                            অবশ্য ক'রে লিখো লিখো মোরে
                                 কারণটা যদি হয় প্রকাশ্য।
                      সুহৃজ্জনের বিস্মরণের--
                      মন হতে তারে নিঃসারণের--
                             চর্চায় আজি হলে তুমি রাজি
                                এ কথা নেহাত অবিশ্বাস্য।
ইতি

WHILE I WALK to my King's house at the end of the day the travellers come to ask me-
'What hast thou for King's tribute?'
I do not know what to show them or how to answer, for I have merely this song.
My preparation is large in my house, where the claim is much and many are the claimants.
But when I come to my King's house I have only this single song to offer it for his wreath.

THOU ART THE sky and thou art the nest as well.
0 thou beautiful, there in the nest it is thy love that encloses the soul with colours and sounds and odours.
There comes the morning with the golden basket in her right hand bearing the wreath of beauty, silently to crown the earth.
And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds, through trackless paths, carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher from the western ocean of rest.
But there, where spreads the infinite sky for the soul to take her flight in, reigns the stainless white radiance. There is no day nor night, nor form nor colour, and never, never a word.