THE SANDS in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

ON THAT NIGHT when the storm broke open my door.
I did not know that you entered my room through the ruins,
For the lamp was blown out, and it became dark;
I stretched my arms to the sky in search of help.
I lay on the dust waiting in the tumultuous dark and I knew not that storm was your own banner.
When the morning came I saw you standing upon the emptiness that was spread over my house.

দিনান্তে ধরণী যথা
      চেয়ে থাকে স্তব্ধ নির্নিমিখে
          নিশীথের সপ্তর্ষির দিকে,
জীবনের প্রান্ত হতে
      তেমনি কি শান্ত তব চোখ
          দেখিতেছে সুদূর আলোক?