DO NOT LEAVE me and go, for it is night.
The road through the wilderness is lonely and dark and lost in tangles:
The tired earth lies still, like one blind and without a staff.
I seem to have waited for this moment for ages to light my lamp and cull my flowers.
I have reached the brink of the shoreless sea to take my plunge and lose myself for ever.

MY WORLD, when I was a child, you were a little girl-neighbour, a loving timid stranger.
        Then you grew bold and talked to me across the fence, offering me toys and flowers and shells.
        Next you coaxed me away from my work, you tempted me into the land of the dusk or the weedy corner of some garden in mid-day loneliness.
        At length you told me stories about bygone times, with which the present ever longs to meet so as to be rescued from its prison in the moment.

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       উঠিয়াছে জেগে
ধরণীর বনতলে
       গগনের মেঘে।