উইলি পিয়র্সন্ বন্ধুবরেষু আপনারে তুমি সহজে ভুলিয়া থাক, আমরা তোমারে ভুলিতে পারি না তাই। সবার পিছনে নিজের গোপনে রাখ, আমরা তোমারে প্রকাশ করিতে চাই। ছোটোরে কখনো ছোট নাহি কর মনে, আদর করিতে জান অনাদৃত জনে, প্রীতি তব কিছু না চাহে নিজের জন্য, তোমারে আদরি আপনারে করি ধন্য। স্নেহাসক্ত শ্রীরবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
HE IT IS, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain. He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself. Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.
I LOVED THE sandy bank where, in the lonely pools, ducks clamoured and turtles basked in the sun; where, with evening, stray fishing-boats took shelter in the shadow by the tall grass. You loved the wooded bank where shadows were gathered in the arms of the bamboo thickets; where women came with their vessels through the winding lane. The same river flowed between us, singing the same song to both its banks. I listened to it, lying alone on the sand under the stars; and you listened sitting by the edge of the slope in the early morning light. Only the words I heard from it you did not know and the secret it spoke to you was a mystery for ever to me.
