[Written at the request of my beloved friend, Babu Gour Doss Bysack Mohashoy]
The Fortunate Rainy Day
The Fortunate Rainy Day
Lo! sweet was the hour;-- and a balmy shower of rain,
Revived th' drooping beauties of each flowery mead and plain;
Like tyrants, bereft of their power, as they fly.
The pround scorching sun was retiring in the sky--
And tuneful Zephyr warbled his heart entrancing song,
And sighed, as he wandered yon green groves among,
When gladly I met her beneath yon Almond tree,
(Oh sacred as Elysium be its happy shades to me!)
There I kissed and embraced her;-- and oh!-- who can tell
What passions tumultuous did in my bosom swell!
What tears joy-speaking rushed forth from my eyes!
They bathed her snowy hands-- while I warmed them with my sighs!
--28th March 1841
Kidderpore
Poem no: 03
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