বেদনা দিবে যত
     অবিরত    দিয়ো গো।
তবু এ ম্লান হিয়া
     কুড়াইয়া   নিয়ো গো।
যে ফুল আনমনে
     উপবনে    তুলিলে
কেন গো হেলাভরে
     ধুলা-'পরে ভুলিলে
বিঁধিয়া তব হারে
     গেঁথো তারে   প্রিয় গো।

WHEN FROM THE house of feast I came back home, the spell of the midnight quieted the dance in my blood.
My heart became silent at once like a deserted theatre with its lamps out.
My mind crossed the dark and stood among the stars, and I saw that we were playing unafraid in the silent courtyard of our King's palace.

WHEN THE HEART is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower
of mercy.
When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song.
When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest.
When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king.
When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.