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স্ফুলিঙ্গ তার পাখায় পেল ক্ষণকালের ছন্দ।
উড়ে গিয়ে ফুরিয়ে গেল সেই তারি আনন্দ॥

THE POET'S MIND floats and dances on the waves of life amidst the voices of wind and water.
Now when the sun has set and the darkened sky draws down upon the
sea like drooping lashes upon a weary eye it is time to take away his pen, and let his thoughts sink into the bottom of the deep amid the eternal secret of that silence.

I HAVE SEEN thee play thy music in life's dancing hall; in the sudden leaf- burst of spring thy laughter has come to greet me; and lying among field flowers I have heard in the grass thy whisper.
The child has brought to my house the message of thy hope, and the woman the music of thy love.
Now I am waiting on the seashore to feel thee in death, to find life's refrain back again in the star songs of the night.