Rivers, and our poor streams
Suddenly get excited all over
in a frolicsome manner
like that of a maiden;
What has happenep? what’s the matter?
Asks the silver fish anxiously
On dances the frantic river, who will give the answer?
The vast welkin
turns on the sunlight
from every direction,
The birds ask the same question
When the silent sky keeps on smiling.
Piercing radiance is there
in villages and market-places, in cities and harbours,
in mills and factories,
In prayer rooms,
in schools and hostels,
That light spreads everywhere.
The number of wayfarers treading the road of light, is not one but millions
Those who held death in their grip out of joy
Now come back
With an aching heart for the loss of their dear ones…
The rejoice of the-domestic animals mingles with the ecstasy of
tigers and jackals, serpents and crocodiles
and many more unknown beasts
I don’t know how to sing, but it matters not
Come and cheer, let’s celebrate
Today marks our Victory Celebration.
Translation: Sara Habib
The flavor of Victory
– Farid Sayeed
There’s the call of war.
-A clarion call!
We lost our brothers,
We lost our sisters, in all
Can we tolerate woes?
Can we tolerate foes?
So those of us advanced
to resist those foes
at the cost of living human wall,
that brought forth this victory
and made all of us free!
The sky azure with birds smile
and the garden
with blossomed flowers smile!
And this green Bangla stands
its head aloft.
How can we forget that
a huge freedom fighters fought
and lay down their lives?
The people of our country got
freedom’s bliss
we unfurl flag
whatever mourning
that we have had!
Translated by M Mizanur Rahman
