নর কহে, বীর মোরা যাহা ইচ্ছা করি।
নারী কহে জিহ্বা কাটি, শুনে লাজে মরি!
পদে পদে বাধা তব, কহে তারে নর।
কবি কহে, তাই নারী হয়েছে সুন্দর।

FEEL THY release in the air, O bird,
let not thy wings be timid.
Yield not to the lure of the nest,
to the enchantment of the night.
Dost thou not feel the hidden hope
that hums in thy dream when thou sleepest
and in the expectant dark of the dawn
the silent promise that reveals itself
as it rends the veil from the face of the bud.

NOT FOR ME is the love that knows no restraint, but like the foaming wine that having burst its vessel in a moment would run to waste.
Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars.
Send me the love that would soak down into the centre of being, and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life, giving birth to fruits and flowers.
Send me the love that keeps the heart still with the fulness of peace.