LET ONLY THAT little be left of me whereby I may name thee my all.
Let only that little be left of my will whereby I may feel thee on every side, and come to thee in everything, and offer to thee my love every moment.
Let only that little be left of me whereby I may never hide thee.
Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is carried out in my life-and that is the fetter of thy love.

THE NIGHT'S flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

বিধাতা দিলেন মান
     বিদ্রোহের বেলা,
অন্ধ ভক্তি দিনু যবে
     করিলেন হেলা।