AT YOUTH'S coronation, Kalidasa,
You took your seat, your beloved by your side,
in Love's primal paradise.
Earth spread its emerald-green carpet beneath your feet,
the sky held over your heads
its canopy gold-embroidered;
the seasons danced round you
carrying their wine cups of varied allurements,
the whole universe yielded itself to your loneliness of delight,
leaving no trace of human sorrows and sufferings
in the immense solitude of your bridal chamber.
Suddenly God's curse descended from on high
hurling its thunderbolt of separation
upon the boundless detachment of youth's egotism.
The seasons' ministry in a moment was ended
When the veil was wrenched from love's isolation,
and on the tear-misted sky appeared the pageantry
of the rainy world of June
across which journeyed the sad notes of your bereaved heart
towards a distant dream.

সকল পক্ষী মৎস্যভক্ষী
       মাছরাঙাটাই কলঙ্কিনী।
সবাই কলম ধার করে নেন,
       আমিই কেবল কলম কিনি।

MOTHER, YOUR baby is silly! She is so absurdly childish!
She does not know the difference between the lights in the streets and the stars.
When we play at eating with pebbles, she thinks they are real food, and tries to put them into her mouth.
When I open a book before her and ask her to learn her a, b, c, she tears the leaves with her hands and roars for joy at nothing; this is your baby's way of doing her lesson.
When I shake my head at her in anger and scold her and call her naughty, she laughs and thinks it great fun.
Everybody knows that father is away, but, if in play I call aloud 'Father,' she looks about her in excitement and thinks that father is near.
When I hold my class with the donkeys that our washerman brings to carry away the clothes and I warn her that I am the schoolmaster, she will scream for no reason and call me dada.
Your baby wants to catch the moon. She is so funny; she calls Ganesh Ganush.
Mother, your baby is silly, she is so absurdly childish!