I KNOW THAT the flower one day shall blossom crowning my thorns.
I know my sorrow shall spread its red rose-leaves opening its
heart to the sun.
The breeze of the south for which the sky kept watch for weary
days and nights shall suddenly make my heart quiver.
My love shall bloom in a moment; my shame shall be no more when
the flower is ripe for offering.
And with the end of the night, at the touch of my friend it will
drop at his feet and spend its last petal in joy.

DELUSIONS I did cherish
but now I am rid of them.
Tracing the track of false hopes
I trod upon thorns
to know that they are not flowers.
I shall never trifle with love,
never play with heart.
I shall find my refuge in you
on the shore of the troubled sea.

     ওগো স্মৃতি কাপালিকা,
          বর্তমানের বলির রক্তে
               অতীতেরে দাও টিকা।