I stopped at the solitary summer-hut
Beneath the large mango tree,
And waited for my friend to come,
My heart singing with glee.
With the soft rays of the morning sun peeping,
I felt no great heat;
Delighted was I over the thoughts of the friend,
Whom I was now going to meet.
Fancy nursed my heart’s sweet hope,
And set my passion ablaze;
The sequestered summer-hut, being so pleasantly shaded,
Was a splendid place.
Perched on a branch, I heard a bird sing,
A melodious murmur of love;
I asked myself over and over again,
‘Why`re you getting late, my dove?’
Up the road when I saw you come strolling,
Beaming at me with such pleasure,
I felt my heart stop for a moment,
With happiness beyond measure!
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