Stray Birds
(THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness)
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THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness of the duskthe spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.
আমায় বাঁধবে যদি কাজের ডোরে কেন পাগল কর এমন ক'রে? বাতাস আনে কেন জানি কোন্ গগনের গোপন বাণী, পরানখানি দেয় যে ভ'রে। পাগল করে এমন ক'রে। সোনার আলো কেমনে হে, রক্তে নাচে সকল দেহে। কারে পাঠাও ক্ষণে ক্ষণে আমার খোলা বাতায়নে, সকল হৃদয় লয় যে হ'রে। পাগল করে এমন ক'রে।
A BEAST'S BONY frame lies bleaching on the grass. Its dry white bonesTime's hard laughtercry to me: Thy end, proud man, is one with the end of the cattle that graze no more, for when thy life's wine is spilt to its last drop the cup is flung away in final unconcern. I cry in answer: Mine is not merely the life that pays its bed and board with its bankrupt bones, and is made destitute. Never can my mortal days contain to the full all that I have thought and felt, gained and given, listened to and uttered. Often has my mind crossed Time's border, Is it to stop at last for ever at the boundary of crumbling bones? Flesh and blood can never be the measure of the truth that is myself; the days and moments cannot wear it out with their passing kicks; the wayside bandit, Dust, dares not rob it of all its possessions. Death, I refuse to accept from thee that I am nothing but a gigantic jest of God, a blank annihilation built with all the wealth of the Infinite.