Let's not go at dusk,
Karima Khan Dulari,
Khulna District Phultala.

Think about it,
At dusk, the sun, in the deep depths of that vast ocean,
Disoriented, rushes like a mirage,
How close two people are when they touch each other.
Well, I don't understand, what happiness does one find?
Do you know?
Why are they bound in the depths by the bonds of the heart's feelings?
I am very afraid of this sad and lonely ocean,
Do you ever know?
Do you know how many waves it has that roar with a terrible vibration of destruction?
It seems to be lost and swallows life,
Do you know?
When waves come to the ocean, there is no escape.
How many souls can be seen lying on the dusty sand of that beach,
When I hear the seductive roar of that wave, my heart bleeds.
It seems that the Himalayas of that sad mountain are pressing down on my chest,
Then my body and mind tremble and tremble,
Do you know,
Just to quench the burning pain of this chest,
In the hope of finding a little peace,
I rush to the depths of this ocean with secret desire
Oh, I sit quietly and think deeply,
The sun is constantly drawn by the current of that ocean,
My mind rides the raft of the wind and merges with the ocean,
I don't know what happiness it finds there,
You know, like a Chatak bird, I look with one glance to see what is flowing,
Isn't it a strange thing?
Well, let's not go just like that, we two floating on a raft in the stream,
Going to an unknown unknown estuary,
Where there will be no one but you and me.
Get lost in some unknown land,
Look, the night has come covered in darkness,
The water is shimmering with a trickle of light,
What a lonely nebula, silent and silent.
The sun counts the hours and sighs in peace,
Sinking in the bottomless pit of that ocean, in the chest of the stream...