AS THE TENDER twilight covers in its fold of dusk-veil marks of
hurt and wastage from the dusty day's prostration, even so
let my great sorrow for thy loss. Beloved, spread one
perfect golden-tinted silence of its sadness o'er my life.
Let all its jagged fractures and distortions, all unmeaning
scattered scraps and wrecks and random ruins, merge in
vastness of some evening stilled with thy remembrance,
filled with endless harmony of pain and peace united.

যদি       জানতেম আমার কিসের ব্যথা
                     তোমায় জানাতাম।
            কে যে আমায় কাঁদায়, আমি
                     কী জানি তার নাম।
            কোথায় যে হাত বাড়াই মিছে,
            ফিরি আমি কাহার পিছে,
            সব যেন মোর বিকিয়েছে
                     পাই নি তাহার দাম।
            এই বেদনার ধন সে কোথায়
                     ভাবি জনম ধ'রে।
            ভুবন ভ'রে আছে যেন
                     পাই নে জীবন ভ'রে।
            সুখ যারে কয় সকল জনে
             বাজাই তারে ক্ষণে ক্ষণে,
            গভীর সুরে "চাই নে,চাই নে'
                     বাজে অবিশ্রাম।

I FEEL THAT all the stars shine in me.
The world breaks into my life like a flood.
The flowers blossom in my body.
All the youthfulness of land and water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.
II
When the world sleeps I come to your door.
The stars are silent, and I am afraid to sing.
I wait and watch, till your shadow passes by the balcony of night and I return with a full heart.
Then in the morning I sing by the roadside;
The flowers in the hedge give me answer and the morning air listens,
The travellers suddenly stop and look in my face, thinking I have called them by their names.
III
Keep me at your door ever attending to your wishes, and let me go about in your Kingdom accepting your call.
Let me not sink and disappear in the depth of langour.
Let not my life be worn out to tatters by penury of waste.
Let not those doubts encompass me,-the dust of distractions.
Let me not pursue many paths to gather many things.
Let me not bend my heart to the yoke of the many.
Let me hold my head high in the courage and pride of being your servant.