Warm, yellow, early sun rays on steps of stone,
Cold, turquoise, early Ganga water;
Early, sleepy echoes all around; I alone
Not lonely, daily drifting, quite out of the river.
Vermilion, late, reflected, warm, green:
Stone steps, water, temples, river, air,
Later, resting echoes all around; I between
Stone and water looking foul yet fair.
Conch shells, damrus, drums all sleeping
Wake up, call out the coming of night.
Conch shells, damrus, drums sleep once again
Waiting to wake up with the coming of light:
With cold, vermilion, new-born sun smiling,
Drenching the stone-water in rays-rain.