EI, SANDHYÁ SINDHU KÚLE
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EI SANDHYÁ SINDHU KÚLE
ASTÁCALE JÁY JE RAVI
ÁBIIR GULÁL GULE
EI SANDHYÁ SINDHU KÚLE
DINER JATA KLESHA O KLÁNTI
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DINER JATA KLESHA O KLÁNTI
CÁOÁ PÁOÁR BOJHÁR BHRÁNTI
DEOÁR NEOÁR KAŔÁ KRÁNTI
D́HELE SÁGAR JALE
EI SANDHYÁ SINDHU KÚLE
ÁSBE ÁBÁR RAUNGIIN PRABHÁTA
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ÁSBE ÁBÁR RAUNGIIN PRABHÁTA
NISHÁR SHEŚE SVARŃA PRAPÁTA
NIYE BÁNCÁR GHÁTA PRATIGHÁTA
RÚPER PÚRVÁCALE
EI SANDHYÁ SINDHU KÚLE
This evening,
at the sea shore,
the sun sets with hues of red and pink.
All the pain and fatigue of the day,
the illusion of innumerable desires and achievements,
the detailed accounts of taking and giving -
it all pours into the water of the sea.
The colourful morning will certainly return,
at the end of the night,
scattering golden light
in the beauty of the eastern sky
and carrying with it the remnants of blows and counter blows.