Just busywork?

(2841)  Sagara belay gan geyechile

On the seashore, a song You'd sung;
Me alone You'd been with.
Collecting shells, a skirt I've filled;
What use in that, I did not consider.

Day has gone away, come has the dusk;
Ocean having painted, the sun has sunk.
Shell-gathering has been obstructed;
There's no work imminent.

Always spinning in night's gloom I am ruined;
The shells too don't remain visible.
Let me be told what I must do, Love,
To go cross the darkness.

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