There is a man sitting on the bank of a river in the rain

Thunderous clouds in the sky, heavy rain. I am sitting alone on the river, no hope. Rashi Rashi Bhara Bhara Bhara The paddy is cut, the river is full, the river is sharp, it is raining. I ate a little, I alone - the water is playing in all directions. On the other side, I see the painted Taruchayamsi-Makha village covered with clouds in the morning - On the other side, I was alone. Who can come to the river by singing! It looks like sugar in it. Goes in flocks, wants nowhere,The waves are endles