The night is growing dark and deep;

How many immortal pictures you have drawn, o Joinul!How many songs you have composed, o Nazrul!Bangabandhu throughout his whole lifeHas written only one poem -‘Bangladesh’.Only one song he has sung with the tune of heartAnd only one picture he has drawn-‘Bangladesh’.

.When I close my eyes,It hurts by throwing its legs.If I forbid to stop,It pursues me like a leopard.I ask, ‘What happens to you? ‘It says, ‘I won’t tell you.’‘Let me sleep then’, I say.It says, ‘I won’t let you sleep.’

But I know he means oil.He says justice.The world understands justice.But I know he means brutality.He says God.The world understands God.But I know he means Satan.This is the reason, for which he hates me.This is the reason, for which I hate him.

I talk so sweetWhile my heart beatsWith bitterness.I wear the pleasure dressWhile my mind fightsTo survive into the long night.You cannot sayWhat night remains in day.

Let us move to forests, O friend,Where tigers are still tigers,Deer deer.

Now without you I cannot sleep,Without your love now I do dieAs a fish dies without water,As a tree can’t live without soil.O my Love, Nature’s cute daughter,Without you now all my dreams spoil.The Moon now looks ugly and fakeAs I have got you, o my Moon;There is now no beautiful lake,Beautiful sea and fair…