[1827]
Take this চুম্বন upon the brow!
And, in parting from আপনি now,
Thus much let me avow-
আপনি are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, অথবা in a day,
In a vision, অথবা in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see অথবা seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see অথবা seem
But a dream within a dream?
