HOLD THY FAITH firm, my heart, the day will dawn.
The seed of promise is deep in the soil, it will sprout.
Sleep, like a bud, will open its heart to the light, and the silence will find its voice.
The day is near when thy burden will become thy gift, and thy sufferings will light up thy path.

NO GUEST HAD come to my house for long, my doors were locked, my
windows barred; I thought my night would be lonely.
When I opened my eyes I found the darkness had vanished.
I rose up and ran and saw the bolts of my gates all broken, and through the open door your wind and light waved their banner.
When I was a prisoner in my own house, and the doors were shut, my heart ever planned to escape and to wander.
Now at my broken gate, I sit still and wait for your coming,
You keep me bound by my freedom.

বসন্তের হাওয়া যবে অরণ্য মাতায়
      নৃত্য উঠে পাতায় পাতায়।
এই নৃত্যে সুন্দরকে অর্ঘ্য দেয় তার,
      "ধন্য তুমি' বলে বার বার।