ছাই বলে, শিখা মোর ভাই আপনার,
ধোঁওয়া বলে, আমি তো যমজ ভাই তার।
জোনাকি কহিল, মোর কুটুম্বিতা নাই,
তোমাদের চেয়ে আমি বেশি তার ভাই।

MY MASTER HAS bid me while I stand at the roadside, to sing the song of
Defeat, for that is the bride whom He woos in secret.
She has put on the dark veil, hiding her face from the crowd, but
the jewel glows on her breast in the dark.
She is forsaken of the day, and God's night is waiting for her with its lamps lighted and flowers wet with dew.
She is silent with her eyes downcast; she has left her home behind her, from her home has come that wailing in the wind.
But the stars are singing the love-song of the eternal to a face sweet with shame and suffering.
The door has been opened in the lonely chamber, the call has sounded and the heart of the darkness throbs with awe because of the coming tryst.

WHEN FROM THE house of feast I came back home, the spell of the midnight quieted the dance in my blood.
My heart became silent at once like a deserted theatre with its lamps out.
My mind crossed the dark and stood among the stars, and I saw that we were playing unafraid in the silent courtyard of our King's palace.