I WOULD ASK for still more, if I had the sky with all its stars, and the world with its endless riches; but I would be content with the smallest corner of this earth if only she were mine.
THE EVENING was lonely for me, and I was reading a book till my heart became dry, and it seemed to me that beauty was a thing fashioned by the traders in words. Tired I shut the book and snuffed the candle. In a moment the room was flooded with moonlight. Spirit of Beauty, how could you, whose radiance overbrims the sky, stand hidden behind a candle's tiny flame? How could a few vain words from a book rise like a mist, and veil her whose voice has hushed the heart of earth into ineffable calm?
গতকাল পাঁচটায় তেলে ভেজে মাছটায় বাবু রেখেছিল পাতে, ছিল সাথে ছেঁচ্কি। নেয়ে এসে দেখে চেয়ে বিড়ালে গিয়েছে খেয়ে-- চোঁ চোঁ করে ওঠে পেট আর ওঠে হেঁচ্কি। মহা রোষে তিনুরায় যেতে চায় আগ্রায়, পাঁজিতে রয়েছে লেখা দিন আছে কল্য। রান্না চড়াতে গেলে পাছে ট্রেন নাই মেলে ভোরে উঠে তাই আজ হাওড়ায় চলল।