YOU CAME TO me in the wayward hours of spring with flute songs and flowers.
You troubled my heart from ripples into waves, rocking the red lotus of love.
You asked me to come out with you into the secret of life.
But I fell asleep among the murmurous leaves of May.
When I woke the cloud gathered in the sky and the dead leaves flitted in the wind.
Through the patter of rain I hear your nearing footsteps and the cry to come out with you into the secret of death.
I walk to your side and put my hand into yours, while your eyes burn and water drips from your hair.

LAST NIGHT IN the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon's dream overflowed the world of slumber.
To-day in the dew-cooled calm of the dawn you are walking to God's temple, bathed and robed white, with a basketful of flowers in your hand. I stand aside in the shade under the tree, with my head bent, in the calm of the dawn by the lonely road to the temple.

আজিকে এই সকালবেলাতে
       বসে আছি আমার প্রাণের
                 সুরটি মেলাতে।
আকাশে ওই অরুণরাগে
মধুর তান করুণ লাগে,
বাতাস মাতে আলোছায়ার
            মায়ার খেলাতে।
নীলিমা এই নিলীন হল
            আমার চেতনায়।
সোনার আভা জড়িয়ে গেল
              মনের কামনায়।
লোকান্তরের ওপার হতে
কে উদাসী বায়ুর স্রোতে
ভেসে বেড়ায় দিগন্তে ওই
              মেঘের ভেলাতে।