Time to rest

(1241)  Deke deke amar din phurala

My days were spent, calling and calling.
At day's end, in realm of sleep,
Sun went neath Western mountain...^[1]
The day, it was finished.

Verdant grass became black;
Foolish mind acknowledged that.
The weary bird entered its nest;
Joyous light, where did it vanish?

I know that at the end of night,
Waiting is daybreak's light.
In hope of gaining that same light,
Mind reconciled with the night.

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