EARLY IN THE day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end.
In that shoreless ocean, at thy silently listening smile my songs would swell in melodies, free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is the time not come yet? Are there works still to do? Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.
Who knows when the chains will be off, and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset, vanish into the night?

ধূসর গোধূলিলগ্নে সহসা দেখিনু একদিন
মৃত্যুর দক্ষিণবাহু জীবনের কণ্ঠে বিজড়িত,
রক্ত সূত্রগাছি দিয়ে বাঁধা;
চিনিলাম তখনি দোঁহারে।
দেখিলাম, নিতেছে যৌতুক
বরের চরম দান মরণের বধূ;
দক্ষিণবাহুতে বহি চলিয়াছে যুগান্তের পানে।

IT DECKS ME only to mock me, this jewelled chain of mine.
It bruises me when on my neck, it strangles me when I struggle to tear it off.
It grips my throat, it chokes my singing.
Could I but offer it to your hand, my Lord, I would be saved.
Take it from me, and in exchange bind me to you with a garland, for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on my neck.