WHEN THOU commandest me to sing it seems that my heart would break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life melts into one sweet harmony-and my adoration spreads wings like a glad bird on its flight across the sea. I know thou takest pleasure in my singing. I know that only as a singer I come before thy presence. I touch by the edge of the far spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire to reach. Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.
এক হাতে ওর কৃপাণ আছে আর এক হাতে হার। ও যে ভেঙেছে তোর দ্বার। আসে নি ও ভিক্ষা নিতে, লড়াই করে নেবে জিতে পরানটি তোমার। ও যে ভেঙেছে তোর দ্বার। মরণেরি পথ দিয়ে ওই আসছে জীবন-মাঝে, ও যে আসছে বীরের সাজে। আধেক নিয়ে ফিরবে না রে, যা আছে সব একেবারে করবে অধিকার। ও যে ভেঙেছে তোর দ্বার।
O THAT I were stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds-a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander away with. O that I had some one to whisper to, where slow waters lap under trees that doze in the sun. The hush this evening seems to expect a footfall, and you ask me for the cause of my tears. I cannot give a reason why I weep, for that is a secret still withheld from me.
