WHEN ALL the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.

সত্যেরে যে জানে, তারে
      সগর্বে ভাণ্ডারে রাখে ভরি।
সত্যেরে যে ভালোবাসে
      বিনম্র অন্তরে রাখে ধরি।

LAST NIGHT IN the garden I offered you my youth's foaming wine. You lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon's dream overflowed the world of slumber.
To-day in the dew-cooled calm of the dawn you are walking to God's temple, bathed and robed white, with a basketful of flowers in your hand. I stand aside in the shade under the tree, with my head bent, in the calm of the dawn by the lonely road to the temple.