In the end

(3361) Prabhu he, tomar liila bojha bhar

Hey my Lord,
Your sport is hard to comprehend.
Through coming and departing is Creation;
I have understood the essence.

Morning sun's very first advent,
Of the evening hues is a fondness.
In between the two is tied a residence,
This, my worldly existence.

On a mild breeze sweet floral scent
Is filling up the azure firmament.
In Fall are kush, kash, and trees of sadness;
Ultimately, their commencement.

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