IT MAYBE THAT your loved ones will forsake you, but mind it not, my heart.
It may be that the creeper of your hope will be laid low in the
dust all torn, its fruits wasted,but mind it not, my heart
It may be that the dark night will overtake you before you reach
the gate, and your attempts will ever be in vain to light your lamp.
When you tune your harp, the birds and the beasts of the
wilderness will flock around you. It may be that your brothers will remain unmoved,
but mind it not, my heart.
The walls are of stones, the doors barred. It may be that you
will knock oft and again, yet it will not open, but mind it not, my heart.

হে সমুদ্র, চিরকাল কী তোমার ভাষা
সমুদ্র কহিল, মোর অনন্ত জিজ্ঞাসা।
কিসের স্তব্ধতা তব ওগো গিরিবর?
হিমাদ্রি কহিল, মোর চির-নিরুত্তর।

STRUCK WITH the curse in mid-wave of your tumultuous passion,
your life stilled into a stone, clean, cool and impassive.
You took your sacred bath of dust, plunging deep into the
primitive peace of the earth.
You lay down in the dumb immense where faded days drop, like dead
flowers with seeds, to sprout again into new dawns.
You felt the thrill of the sun's kiss with the roots of grass and
trees that are like infant's fingers clasping at mother's breast.
In the night, when the tired children of dust came back to the
dust, their rhythmic breath touched you with the large and placid motherliness of the earth.
Wild weeds twined round you their bonds of flowering intimacy.
You were lapped by the sea of life whose ripples are the leaves
flutter, bees' flight, grasshoppers' dance and tremor of moths' wings.
For ages you kept your ear to the ground, counting the footsteps
of the unseen comer, at whose touch silence flames into music.
Woman, the sin has stripped you naked, the curse has washed you
pure, you have risen into a perfect life.
The dew of that unfathomed night trembles on your eyelids, the
mosses of ever-green years cling to your hair.
You have the wonder of new birth and the wonder of old time in
your awakening.
You are young as the new-born flowers and old as the hills.