To a mundane realm absent color

(3317) Tomar rupe jagat alo

With Your beauty is the earthly light;
Is that why all things feel fine?
Gently sweet like southern breeze,
You pour honey amid mind.

The sky and air is pulsating;
Effusive is the unit psyche.
By the play of some strange melody
To a line of water sway You did provide.

The trying night black as ink,
Fog ebony disappeared.
A crimson hope for the dreary,
Upon eastern side dawn arrived.

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