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Sweep away | wrote by Parijat | Translator : Michael James Hutt
editSweep away, red glow of evening, dawn may not come here again, my sky may not redden again, sweep down, oh red glow of evening.
This Ganga, this Jamuna, may not flow again, Nature may no longer weep on the leaves of this sungabha flower; come today and bring me beauty to soak my eyes; sweep away, red glow of evening.
Go, and ignore the paths which have passed, no traveller may ever come there again, do not disturb those nights of sleep past, that dream may never recur.
If you cannot leave, come, recalling, the lament which is played on a flute, remembering the song that I sing, remembering the widow who burns in the eyes of desire and attraction; sweep down, oh red glow of evening. 103.166.173.253 (talk) 13:58, 15 September 2022 (UTC)
Sweep away | wrote by Parijat | Translator : Michael James Hutt
editSweep away, red glow of evening, dawn may not come here again, my sky may not redden again, sweep down, oh red glow of evening.
This Ganga, this Jamuna, may not flow again, Nature may no longer weep on the leaves of this sungabha flower; come today and bring me beauty to soak my eyes; sweep away, red glow of evening.
Go, and ignore the paths which have passed, no traveller may ever come there again, do not disturb those nights of sleep past, that dream may never recur.
If you cannot leave, come, recalling, the lament which is played on a flute, remembering the song that I sing, remembering the widow who burns in the eyes of desire and attraction; sweep down, oh red glow of evening. 103.166.173.253 (talk) 13:58, 15 September 2022 (UTC)
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