-Masarrof Hossain Bhuiyan
Clamours of whose fame are in the homes of the world
To whom the Himalaya is the bud of tiny grass
The Pacific ocean is continuously ringing in to the voice
I am not such Bangali to forget his name.
The entire Sundarban are hidden in to the pore
All the stars dance on the palm of the hand
There is only one such noble heart
I am not such Bangali to forget his name.
The sleeping volcano meditates at his beck
The red dawn glow in a twinkling of an eye
The friend of all exploited people of world
I am not such Bangali to forget his name.
There is no blemish of Great War in his hands
Not he is the architect of Hiroshima ruin
The man who is the history of the world from beginning to end
I am not such Bangali to forget his name.
Hitler Yahya Chengish Halaku Khan
And, he is the enemy of all the Hyenas
Used to write slogan of peace on the roof of sky
I am not such Bangali to forget his name.
He who is the headpiece of great man, for long before
Whose name is accorded with people’s bloodstream?
All around — at horizon who is the eternal morning
He is the firmament — there is no one who doesn’t trust.
He writes epic of peace protesting deadly weapons
Whose sky is full of poetic fiction?
Floating on floods of blood he is deathless
He has no death — is there any not to be perceived?
Sea Ocean sound on whose mouth
The stars dance with joyful sound
The eternity is running endlessly behind him
Is there anybody to obliterate hi name?
–Translated by Rudro Rasel
