স্বপ্ন কহে, আমি মুক্ত, নিয়মের পিছে
নাহি চলি। সত্য কহে, তাই তুমি মিছে।
স্বপ্ন কয়, তুমি বদ্ধ অনন্ত শৃঙ্খলে।
সত্য কয়, তাই মোরে সত্য সবে বলে।

THOU DIDST well to turn me back when I came begging.
In thy parting glance I saw a smile; and since then
I have learnt my lesson. I break my old alms bowl,
I wait for my chance to give what is mine.
From the morning crowds have gathered at thy gateway.
Let their need be all fulfilled. When at the fall of night they disperse, and cries are hushed; when stars seem listening to some epic of the age before their birth-time, of the fight of new-born light with ancient darkness,
to thy feet I come with homage of my longing:
'Take my lute in thine own hand and play it, Master.'

I ASK FOR A moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards.
Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with its sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.