I see the sun run over the sea, later set
Below the horizon of Bay of Bengal, every evening
And the sea I see threat
The boys and girls, and sing
Whimsically, 'O, I'm now giant, be alert';
So they go apart.

I see the sun run over the meadow, later hide
Behind the trees of beautiful Bengal, every evening
And the meadow I see bid
All shepherds and lads 'good-bye', and bring
Tears into her compassionate eyes;
So they return thrice.

I see the sun run over the play-ground, later shine
In the azure skies of Bengal, every noon
And the play-ground I see whine
Against children, and moan
On them being ill-treat;
So, on time upon the doors they smite.