Kazi Nazrul Islam

To which lonesome abode do you beckon me

again and again, my friend!My roadside home, full of sorrows,is blown up by the storm every now and thenand so, made homeless, I roam around.The haunting tune of your fluteloosens all ties.That’s how I am a wayfarersearching round and roundfarther and farther afieldfor the roadside bride.Beloved mine,you get jealous for the slightest cause,that’s why you…

হৃদয় যত নিষেধ হানে নয়ন ততই কাঁদে।

স্বপন -শেষে বিদায় -বেলায়অলক কাহার জড়ায় গো পায়,বিধুর কপোল স্মরণ আনায়ভোরের করুন চাঁদে।বাহির আমার পিছল হলো কাহার চোখের জলে।স্মরণ ততই বারণ জানায় চরণ যত চলে।পার হতে চাই মরণ -নদীদাঁড়ায় কে গো দুয়ার রুধি,আমায় অগো বে-দরদী,ফেলিলে কোন ফাঁদে।

With the late Monsoon’s light clouds wander my mind,

My mind is propelled by the lazy wind like a light-winged bird.My pining darling cries alone her hair loosened,Looking now at the cloud now at the riverWhere the dark village-girl wipes her tears unseen,Where alone my beloved sits by the window thither goes my mind.[Original: Aj sraboner loghu megher; Translation: Abu Rushd]

That you are my half-moon, in my that half-sky.

the moonbeam smiles in gushes, as well.In endless anguishmy heart-bed is condensed like lakewater,you are a pure lotus there,swinging in southern breeze.You are a doll in the playhouse I have built,I shall row my canoe there,since you are my watery expanse.I have come back to the estuary,where all my paths have met;and my heart overflowswith…

We haven’t embraced your message,

We have forgotten your idealsAnd the path for us that you did set.Please forgive us, O Prophet!You trampled like dustLuxury and wealth, O master!You never dreamed thatWe will be kings or lords of disaster!In this world’s resource and treasureEveryone has right of due measure;You proclaimed, on this earth,Equal son’s treatment all will get.Please forgive us,…

The first bud of love withers away at the first moment of meeting;

The spring air blooms all flowers,Alas! my flower wilts away;Every home lights up, but my lamp flickers away at twilightGarland of wild flowers cry out around my neck,I sob in solace rolling in the dusty road like torn ivy.With intolerable thirst at the mouth of the seaFall down on the sandy breast of the shoreTaking…

We are the power, we are the strength,

The stormy wind makes obeisance tonusAnd clouds and airships bowBefore us, the students class.We can move in the darkness of the nightNeeding no guiding light.We walk with bare feetEver ready to dangers meet.We move like a terrific floodMaking the stony earth scarlet with our blood.Throughout the agesOur blood has wet this soil.We are not afraid…