How often in our search for joy below
Hoping for happiness we chance on woe.

Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!

Weep, maiden, weep here o'er the tomb of Love;

He died of nothing--by mere chance was slain.
But is he really dead?--oh, that I cannot prove:

A nothing, a mere chance, oft gives him life again.

Taut with longing
You must become
The god you sought—
The only one

যেখানেই যাই আমি সেখানেই রাত!
স্টেডিয়ামে খোলা আকাশের নিচে রেস্তোরাঁয়
অসীমা যেখানে তার অত নীল চোখের ভিতর
ধরেছে নিটোল দিন নিটোল দুপুর
সেখানে গেলেও তবু আমার কেবলই রাত
আমার কেবলই শুধু রাত হয়ে যায়!

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Apology for Her
Be rendered by the Bee—
Herself, without a Parliament
Apology for Me.

Cease, thou bright God of Poetry and Light,
To urge relentless Daphne's rapid Flight!
Think on th' inconstant Source from whence she came,
Well might she run, whose Parent was a Stream!

Now that I have
arrived at God's gate
I am totally free of fate

Quando Deus formou o mundo,
Pra castigo de infiéis:
Deu ao Egito gafanhotos,
Ao Brasil deu bacharéis.