I lift the sail to your open breeze
By dividing the cable into pieces
I agree to drown in your open breeze
My morning was useless
My afternoon is not much better
Do not hold me back or confine me
Near the shore
I am willing to drown
I stay awake all night for the boatman
The waves take me and play with me
I will befriend the storm,
I will not be afraid of its frown
Release me I’m happy when it’s stormy!
k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/10/26/tagore-song-tomar-khola-hawa/