Selim Mustafa's poem EVENING ( Translation of 'Sandhya' )

No one ever reflected on this thought
none from both sides
but the day of reflection arrived
came very nastily
human being's each moment became dreadful
those who never reflected upon they also started thinking
heaven's garden broke up in brittles like dry bread
crept into that thought
just as sun comes first from east
evening also arrived from east

That the word belief is so unbelievable
came to be known now for the first time
each person of the house
in front of their eyes
fell from the sky

After having been habituated with dread
second time everyone felt surprised thinking that
what West Bengal never thought about
how East Europe could reflect over it.