RABINDRA GOPE
An amazing darkness was surrounding our land area of chest
The young sun has rise by melting the ice of thousand clouds
On the green grass of ‘Suhrawardi Uddayan’
History paints its footstep;
We gave blood, Green became more tender
Blood clouted in the midst of green at the journey of time
All three million blood covered morning sun rises up together,
Bloomed up the century’s super hero ‘Bangabandhu Mujib’
Friend of sun the blood rose of liberation.
You became the fiery krishnachura of spring
You turned into cuckoo who sung the song of liberation
You became the blood red fire in the chest of rose
That turned into fiery oath of our soul,
You became the song of sailor’s voice uttering ‘Badar Badar’
You turned into sailor of the sky facing sail boat
We crossed the sea by your boat.
By wiping out all the grief of a century
You raised the sun after all darkness
The sail got wind, whispering in the ear
The star birds sang the immortal song
‘This struggle is for our freedom
This struggle is for our liberation.’
Then a day came for the Bangalee
A map born for the Bangalee
You became the novel of the Bangalee.