I CLASP YOUR hands, and my heart plunges into the dark of your eyes, seeking you, who ever evade me behind words and silence.
Yet I know that I must be content in my love, with what is fitful and fugitive. For we have met for a moment in the crossing of the roads. Have I the power to carry you through this crowd of worlds, through this maze of paths? Have I the food that can sustain you, across the dark passage gaping with arches of death?

LET ME live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.

জন্ম মৃত্যু দোঁহে মিলে জীবনের খেলা,
যেমন চলার অঙ্গ পা-তোলা পা-ফেলা।