WHEN I travelled in the day I felt secure, and I did not heed the wonder of thy road, for I was proud of my speed; thy own light stood between me and thy presence.
Now it is night, and I feel thy road at every step in the dark and the scent of flowers filling the silence-like mother's whisper to the child when the light is out.
I hold tight thy hand and thy touch is with me in my loneliness.

আপন শোভার মূল্য
     পুষ্প নাহি বোঝে,
সহজে পেয়েছে যাহা
     দেয় তা সহজে।

TAKE MY wine in my own cup, friend.
It loses its wreath of foam when poured into that of others.