Shamsur Rahman

(23 October 1929 – 17 August 2006 / Dhaka / Bangladesh)

I Become Happy - Poem by Shamsur Rahman

When you come from a distant place
And rest your feet in my backyard,
I become happy.

When you sail your remembrance
On the edge of your body and set a pair of pigeons free,
I become happy.

When you melt yourself into a glass of water
At the moment of quenching my thirst
And stare at me with passion,
I become happy.

When you make your face like a blooming rose
And bring the dawn to my sight,
I become happy.

When you take a nap in the afternoon
Holding your hands crossed on your butterfly chest
And let your misfortunes fade away from us,
I become happy.

When you place your roses between my lips
And call me with love,
I become happy.

When you come to me toppling the obstacles
And hold my flag up in the air,
I become happy.

[Translated from the Bengali by Hassanal Abdullah]


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 22, 2012


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