হৃদয় আমার প্রকাশ হল অনন্ত আকাশে। বেদন-বাঁশি উঠল বেজে বাতাসে বাতাসে। এই যে আলোর আকুলতা আমারি এ আপন কথা, উদাস হয়ে প্রাণে আমার আবার ফিরে আসে। বাইরে তুমি নানা বেশে ফের নানান ছলে; জানি নে তো আমার মালা দিয়েছি কার গলে। আজ কী দেখি পরানমাঝে তোমার গলায় সব মালা যে, সব নিয়ে শেষ ধরা দিলে গভীর সর্বনাশে। সেই কথা আজ প্রকাশ হল অনন্ত আকাশে।
THINGS THRONG and laugh loud in the sky; the sands and dust dance and whirl like children. Man's mind is aroused by their shouts; his thoughts long to be the playmates of things. Our dreams, drifting in the stream of the vague, stretch their arms to clutch the earth,-their efforts stiffen into bricks and stones, and thus the city of man is built. Voices come swarming from the past,-seeking answers from the living moments. Beats of their wings fill the air with tremulous shadows, and sleepless thoughts in our minds leave their nests to take flight across the desert of dimness, in the passionate thirst for forms. They are lampless pilgrims, seeking the shore of light, to find themselves in things. They will be lured into poet's rhymes, they will be housed in the towers of the town not yet planned, they have their call to arms from the battlefields of the future, they are bidden to join hands in the strifes of peace yet to come.
I AM LIKE the night to you, little flower. I can only give you peace and a wakeful silence hidden in the dark. When in the morning you open your eyes, I shall leave you to a world a-hum with bees, and songful with birds. My last gift to you will be a tear dropped into the depth of your youth; it will make your smile all the sweeter, and bemist your outlook on the pitiless mirth of day.
