১২৪
মিলননিশীথে ধরণী ভাবিছে
চাঁদের কেমন ভাষা,
কোনো কথা নেই,শুধু মুখ চেয়ে হাসা ॥  

AT YOUTH'S coronation, Kalidasa,
You took your seat, your beloved by your side,
in Love's primal paradise.
Earth spread its emerald-green carpet beneath your feet,
the sky held over your heads
its canopy gold-embroidered;
the seasons danced round you
carrying their wine cups of varied allurements,
the whole universe yielded itself to your loneliness of delight,
leaving no trace of human sorrows and sufferings
in the immense solitude of your bridal chamber.
Suddenly God's curse descended from on high
hurling its thunderbolt of separation
upon the boundless detachment of youth's egotism.
The seasons' ministry in a moment was ended
When the veil was wrenched from love's isolation,
and on the tear-misted sky appeared the pageantry
of the rainy world of June
across which journeyed the sad notes of your bereaved heart
towards a distant dream.

প্রাচীরের ছিদ্রে এক নামগোত্রহীন
ফুটিয়াছে ছোটো ফুল অতিশয় দীন।
ধিক্‌ ধিক্‌ করে তারে কাননে সবাই--
সূর্য উঠি বলে তারে, ভালো আছ ভাই?