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.

       একা আমি ফিরব না আর
              এমন করে--
       নিজের মনে কোণে কোণে
              মোহের ঘোরে।
তোমায়       একলা বাহুর বাঁধন দিয়ে
                  ছোটো করে ঘিরতে গিয়ে
                  আপনাকে যে বাঁধি কেবল
                    আপন ডোরে।
                           যখন আমি পাব তোমায়
                                  নিখিলমাঝে
                           সেইখনে হৃদয় পাব
                                  হৃদয়রাজে।
                    এই   চিত্ত আমার বৃন্ত কেবল
                           তারি 'পরে বিশ্বকমল;
                           তারি 'পরে পূর্ণ প্রকাশ
                                  দেখাও মোরে।

MY KING, thou hast called me to play my flute at the roadside, that they who bear the burden of voiceless life may stop in their errands for a moment and sit and wonder before the balcony of thy palace gate; that they may see anew the ever old and find afresh what is ever about them, and say, 'The flowers are in bloom, and the birds sing.'