WHEN IN YOUR death you died to all that was outside me, vanishing from the thousand things of the world, to be fully reborn in my sorrow, I felt that my life had grown perfect, the man and the woman becoming one in me for ever.

ফুল কোথা থাকে গোপনে,
     গন্ধ তাহারে প্রকাশে।
প্রাণ ঢাকা থাকে স্বপনে,
     গান যে তাহারে প্রকাশে।

YOU CAME TO my door in the dawn and sang; it angered me to be awakened from sleep, and you went away unheeded.
You came in the noon and asked for water; it vexed me in my work, and you were sent away with reproaches.
You came in the evening with your flaming torches.
You seemed to me like a terror and I shut my door.
Now in the midnight I sit alone in my lampless room and call you back whom I turned away in insult.