प्रभु निज अनगन सुभग असीसा ।
बरसहु सदा बिजयिनी-सीसा ।
देहु निरुजता जस अधिकारा ।
कृषक, राजसुत कै अधिकारी ।
करहिं राज को संभ्रम भारी ।
निकट दूर के सब नर नारी ।
करहिं नाम आदर विस्तारा ।
জলের আগুনে পুড়ে হয়েছি কমল,
কী দিয়ে মুছবে বলো আগুনের জল।
As Macedo his Homer, I'll thee still,
Lucan, esteem as my most precious gem;
And, though my fortune second not my will,
That I may witness to the world the same,
Yet, if she would but smile even so on me,
My mind desires as his, and soars as hie.
Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when, dissolved in pain, my hope was melting away, and I stood alone by the barren mound which in its narrow dark bosom hid the vanished form of my life -- lonely as never yet was lonely man, driven by anxiety unspeakable -- powerless, and no longer anything but a conscious misery.
Must the morning always return? Will the despotism of the earthly never cease? Unholy activity consumes the angel-visit of the Night. Will the time never come when Love's hidden sacrifice shall burn eternally? To the Light a season was set; but everlasting and boundless is the dominion of the Night. -- Endless is the duration of sleep. Holy Sleep -- gladden not too seldom in this earthly day-labor, the devoted servant of the Night. Fools alone mistake thee, knowing nought of sleep but the shadow which, in the twilight of the real Night, thou pitifully castest over us.
Before all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him, what living, sentient thing loves not the all-joyous light -- with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence in the form of the wakening Day?
Pour me the wine, for the prime of life is brief;
Pour me the wine for the world is affected by rise and fall;
Pour me the wine for in each spark is the solar brilliance;
Pour me the wine so as to inebriate this world.
N'égalons point cette petite,
Aux déesses que nous récite
L'histoire des siècles passés.
Tout cela n'est qu'une chimère :
Il faut dire pour dire assez,
Elle est belle comme sa mère.
BURY me with clenched hands
And eyes open wide,
For in storm and struggle I lived,
And in struggle and storm I died.
Hope it was that tutored me,
And Love that taught me more;
And now I learn at Sorrow's knee
The self-same lore.
