শ্রীযুক্ত সুধীন্দ্রলাল দত্ত
                                কল্যাণীয়েষু

সূর্য দুঃখ করি বলে নিন্দা শুনি স্বীয়,
কী করিলে হব আমি সকলের প্রিয়।
বিধি কহে, ছাড়ো তবে এ সৌর সমাজ,
দু-চারি জনেরে লয়ে করো ক্ষুদ্র কাজ।

WOMAN, YOUR basket is heavy, your limbs are tired. For what distance have you set out, with what hunger of profit? The way is long and the dust is hot in the sun.
See, the lake is deep and full, its water dark like a crow's eye. The banks are sloping and tender with grass.
Dip your tired feet into the water. The noon-tide wind will pass its fingers through your hair; the pigeons will croon their sleep songs, the leaves will murmur the secrets that nestle in the shadows.
What matters it if the hours pass and the sun sets; if the way through the desolate land be lost in the waning light.
Yonder is my house, by the hedge of flowering henna; I will guide you.
I will make a bed for you, and light a lamp. In the morning when the birds are roused by the stir of milking the cows, I will waken you.