দোষী করিব না তোমারে,
       ব্যথিত মনের বিকারে,
নিজেরেই আমি নিজে নিজে করি ছলনা।
       মনেরে বুঝাই বুঝি ভালোবাস,
       আড়ালে আড়ালে তাই তুমি হাস;
       স্থির জান, এ যে অবুঝের খেলা,
                   এ শুধু মোহের রচনা।
সন্ধ্যামেঘের রাগে
       অকারণে যত ভেসে-চলে-যাওয়া
          অপরূপ ছবি জাগে।
       সেইমতো ভাসে মায়ার আভাসে
       রঙিন বাষ্প মনের আকাশে,
       উড়াইয়া দেয় ছিন্ন লিপিতে
                    বিরহমিলন-ভাবনা।

THE WORLD today is wild with the delirium of hatred,
the conflicts are cruel and unceasing in anguish,
crooked are its paths, tangled its bonds of greed.
All creatures are crying for a new birth of thine,
O Thou of boundless life,
save them, rouse thine eternal voice of hope,
Let Love's lotus with its inexhaustible treasure of honey
open its petals in thy light.
O Serene, O Free,
in thine immeasurable mercy and goodness
wipe away all dark stains from the heart of this earth.
Thou giver of immortal gifts
give us the power of renunciation
and claim from us our pride.
In the splendour of a new sunrise of wisdom
let the blind gain their sight
and let life come to the souls that are dead.
O Serene, O Free,
in thine immeasurable mercy and goodness
wipe away all dark stains from the heart of this earth.
Man's heart is anguished with the fever of unrest,
with the poison of self-seeking,
with a thirst that knows no end.
Countries far and wide flaunt on their foreheads
the blood-red mark of hatred.
Touch them with thy right hand,
make them one in spirit,
bring harmony into their life,
bring rhythm of beauty.
O Serene, O Free,
in thine immeasurable mercy and goodness
wipe away all dark stains from the heart of this earth.

WOMAN, THOU hast made my days of exile tender with beauty,
and hast accepted me to thy nearness with a simple grace
that is like the smile with which the unknown star welcomed me
when I stood alone at the balcony and gazed upon the southern night.
There came the voice from above: 'We know you,
For you come as our guest from the dark of the infinite, the guest of light.'
Even in the same great voice thou hast cried to me: 'I know you.'
And though I know not thy tongue. Woman, I have heard it uttered
in thy music,
'You are ever our guest on this earth, poet, the guest of love.'