I FEEL THAT all the stars shine in me.
The world breaks into my life like a flood.
The flowers blossom in my body.
All the youthfulness of land and water smokes like an incense in my heart; and the breath of all things plays on my thoughts as on a flute.
II
When the world sleeps I come to your door.
The stars are silent, and I am afraid to sing.
I wait and watch, till your shadow passes by the balcony of night and I return with a full heart.
Then in the morning I sing by the roadside;
The flowers in the hedge give me answer and the morning air listens,
The travellers suddenly stop and look in my face, thinking I have called them by their names.
III
Keep me at your door ever attending to your wishes, and let me go about in your Kingdom accepting your call.
Let me not sink and disappear in the depth of langour.
Let not my life be worn out to tatters by penury of waste.
Let not those doubts encompass me,-the dust of distractions.
Let me not pursue many paths to gather many things.
Let me not bend my heart to the yoke of the many.
Let me hold my head high in the courage and pride of being your servant.

    বিস্মৃত যুগে গুহাবাসীদের মন
       যে ছবি লিখিত ভিত্তির কোণে
         অবসরকালে বিনা প্রয়োজনে
             সেই ছবি আমি আপনার মনে
                করেছি অন্বেষণ।

ধরণীর খেলা খুঁজে
        শিশু শুকতারা
তিমিররজনীতীরে
        এল পথহারা।
উষা তারে ডাক দিয়ে
        ফিরে নিয়ে যায়,
আলোকের ধন বুঝি
        আলোকে মিলায়।