WHEN MY first early songs woke in my heart I thought they were the playmates of the morning flowers.
When they shook their wings and flew into the wilderness it seemed to me that they had the spirit of the summer which comes down with a sudden thunder roar to spend its all in laughter.
I thought that they had the mad call of the storm to rush and lose their way beyond the sunset land.
But now when in the evening light I see the blue line of the shore,
I know my songs are the boat that has brought me to the harbour across the wild sea.

YOU CAME FOR A moment to my side and touched me with the great mystery of the woman that there is in the heart of creation.
She who is ever returning to God his own outflowing of sweetness; she is the ever fresh beauty and youth in nature; she dances in the bubbling streams and sings in the morning light; she with heaving waves suckles the thirsty earth; in her the Eternal One breaks in two in a joy that no longer may contain itself, and overflows in the pain of love.

তোমায় সৃষ্টি করব আমি
         এই ছিল মোর পণ।
দিনে দিনে করেছিলেম
         তারি আয়োজন।
তাই সাজালেম আমার ধুলো,
আমার ক্ষুধাতৃষ্ণাগুলো,
আমার যত রঙিন আবেশ,
         আমার দুঃস্বপন।
"তুমি আমায় সৃষ্টি করো'
         আজ তোমারে ডাকি--
"ভাঙো আমার আপন মনের
         মায়া-ছায়ার ফাঁকি।
তোমার সত্য, তোমার শান্তি,
তোমার শুভ্র অরূপ কান্তি,
তোমার শক্তি, তোমার বহ্নি
         ভরুক এ জীবন।'