SUDDENLY THE window of my heart flew open this morning, the window that looks out on your heart.
I wondered to see that the name by which you know me is written in April leaves and flowers, and I sat silent.
The curtain was blown away for a moment between my songs and yours.
I found that your morning light was full of my own mute songs unsung;
I thought that I would learn them at your feet-and I sat silent.

মনে হয় হেমন্তের দুর্ভাষার কুজ্ঝটিকা-পানে
আলোকের কী যেন ভর্ৎসনা
দিগন্তের মূঢ়তারে তুলিছে তর্জনী।
পাণ্ডুবর্ণ হয়ে আসে সূর্যোদয়
আকাশের ভালে,
লজ্জা ঘনীভূত হয়,
হিমসিক্ত অরণ্যছায়ায়
স্তব্ধ হয় পাখিদের গান।

WITH THE morning he came out to walk a road shaded by a file of deodars, that coiled the hill round like importunate love.
        He held the first letter from his newly wedded wife in their village home, begging him to come to her, and come soon.
        The touch of an absent hand haunted him as he walked, and the air seemed to take up the cry of the letter: 'Love, my love, my sky is brimming with tears!'
        He asked himself in wonder, 'How do I deserve this?'
        The sun suddenly appeared over the rim of the blue hills, and four girls from a foreign shore came with swift strides, talking loud and followed by a barking dog.
        The two elder turned away to conceal their amusement at something strange in his insignificance, and the younger ones pushed each other, laughed aloud, and ran off in exuberant mirth.
He stopped and his head sank. Then he suddenly felt his letter, opened and read it again.