abar srabon hoye ele phire
Once more you return in garb of Sravan*
Encircle with raiment of clouds
Lost is sun, stars are lost
Roads lost in dense darkness
Waves ripple in rivers
All azure, all of earth
Resound with song of rains
Crazed with drizzling downpour
Resonates my dark night
Plucking on my veins
*Sravan is the second month of the rainy season in Bengal
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