DELIVER ME from my own shadows, my lord, from the wrecks and confusion of my days.
For the night is dark and thy pilgrim is blinded,
Hold thou my hand.
Deliver me from despair.
Touch with thy flame the lightless lamp of my sorrow.
Waken my tired strength from its sleep.
Do not let me linger behind counting my losses.
Let the road sing to me of the house at every Step.
For the night is dark, and thy pilgrim is blinded.
Hold thou my hand.

A SMILE OF mirth spread over the sky when you dressed my heart in rags and sent her forth into the road to beg.
She went from door to door, and many a time when her bowl was nearly full she was robbed.
At the end of the weary day she came to your palace gate holding up her pitiful bowl, and you came and took her hand and seated her beside you on your throne.

ডাকাতের সাড়া পেয়ে
       তাড়াতাড়ি ইজেরে
চোক ঢেকে মুখ ঢেকে
       ঢাকা দিল নিজেরে।
     পেটে ছুরি লাগালো কি,
     প্রাণ তার ভাগালো কি,
দেখতে পেল না কালু
       হল তার কী যে রে!