You LEAVE your memory as a flame
to my lonely lamp of I

OF ALL DAYS you have chosen this one to visit my garden.
        But the storm passed over my roses last night and the grass is strewn with torn leaves.
        I do not know what has brought you, now that the hedges are laid low and rills run in the walks; the prodigal wealth of spring is scattered and the scent and song of yesterday are wrecked.
        Yet stay a while, let me find some remnant flowers, though I doubt if your skirt can be filled.
        The time will be short, for the clouds thicken and here comes the rain again!

সখার কাছেতে প্রেম
      চান ভগবান,
দাসের কাছেতে নতি
      চাহে শয়তান।