ENDLESSLY VARIED art thou in the exuberant world, Lady of Manifold Magnificence. Thy path is strewn with lights, thy touch thrills into flowers; that trailing skirt of thine sweeps the whirl of a dance among the stars, and thy many-toned music is echoed from innumerable worlds through signs and colours.
        Single and alone in the unfathomed stillness of the soul, art thou, Lady of Silence and Solitude, a vision thrilled with light, a lonely lotus blossoming on the stem of love.

    মিলন-প্রভাতে দূরের মানুষ
           আসিল নিকটে মম।
    বিচ্ছেদ-রাতে দূরে চলে গিয়ে
           হল সে নিকটতম।

BE NOT concerned about her heart, my heart: leave it in the dark.
        What if her beauty be of the figure and her smile merely of the face? Let me take without question the simple meaning of her glances and be happy.
        I care not if it be a web of delusion that her arms wind about me, for the web itself is rich and rare, and the deceit can be smiled at and forgotten.
        Be not concerned about her heart, my heart: be content if the music is true, though the words are not to be believed; enjoy the grace that dances like a lily on the rippling, deceiving surface, whatever may lie beneath.