He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
_William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

How Do I Love Thee?
_Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

A Red, Red Rose. _Robert Burns

 A Red, Red Rose
                            Writer: Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve

And fare thee well, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

 "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

"স্টপিং বাই উডস অন আ স্নোই ইভিনিং" রচিত রবার্ট ফ্রস্ট

বনগুলো সুন্দর, অন্ধকার এবং গভীর,

কিন্তু আমার প্রতিশ্রুতি আছে,

আর ঘুমানোর আগে মাইল মাইল যেতে হবে,

আর ঘুমানোর আগে মাইল মাইল যেতে হবে।

"Risk" by Anaïs Nin

"Risk" by Anaïs Nin

And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to blossom.

 "ঝুঁকি", লেখক: আনাইস নিন

এবং তারপর সেই দিনটি এলো,

যখন ঝুঁকি

আঁটসাঁট থাকা

একটি অঙ্কুরে

প্রস্ফুটিত হতে

যে ঝুঁকির প্রয়োজন

তার চেয়ে বেশি বেদনাদায়ক ছিল।