BRING BEAUTY and order into my forlorn life, woman, as you brought them into my house when you lived. Sweep away the dusty fragments of the hours, fill the empty jars and mend all neglects. Then open the inner door of the shrine, light the candle, and let us meet there in silence before our God.

LET YOUR music, like a sword, pierce the noise of the market to
its heart.

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ঘুমের আঁধার কোটরের তলে স্বপ্নপাখির বাসা,
কুড়ায়ে এনেছে মুখর দিনের খসে-পড়া ভাঙা ভাষা॥