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 This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.

Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart is glad within and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.

From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door and I know the happy moment will arrive of a sudden when I will surely see.

In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.

আমার এই পথ চাওয়াতেই আনন্দ। খেলে যায় রৌদ্র ছায়া, বর্ষা আসে বসন্ত। কারা এই সমুখ দিয়ে আসে যায় খবর নিয়ে। খুসিরই আপনমনে বাতাস বহে সুমন্দ।