Why on the beach all day long
You idle away and play with sands
By and by the time is passing
Give up your play and dive into the deep
Scour its bed as hard as you can
Take what you get and go back home.
I don’t know the reason why
Someone is sitting by the wayside
The spring breeze is fragrant
By the fragrance of unknown flowers
And he is in an absent mind
In this wild wind take that wayfarer
And make him your companion.
Transcreation of one of the sweetest love songs – Keno saradin dhire dhire/Balu niye sudhu khelo tire – by Rabindranath Tagore.