Kazi Nazrul Islam Poems

O farmer, where is tile smile of your face?
Where is' your shepherd's bamboo flute'!
Where is your jute?
Who plunders it from your stock on riverside?
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At the end of the rolIing road, my dearest, I await alone;
Rolling in the dust of the path you have traveled.
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Dreams want wedding, but separation as you wake up.
I take it a cruel game, though indifferently.
Sometime light sometime shadow
what an illusion beyond reason!
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O travellers on the road of destruction,
Hold fast your hammer, pick up your shovel,
Sing in unison and advance.
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Diving in the eastern sea there rises the golden sun;
nightly tears rolled down and bloomed into flowers, too.
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The moon descended from your sky'
to play in sea-water,
the embankment is erected
lest it does not flee, far and near,
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Why must a thorn
The flower adorn?
Why is a lotus born
With the prick of a thorn?
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Come my wayfarer friend,
Come stepping over the petal-strewn path.
My mind has become a restless wanderer
Waiting for your arrival.
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Dearest, do not say you have to go!
Do not play games with me, no, no, no!
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Mohammad is the apple of my eye,
Mohammad is my rosary.
My thirst with that name quench I,
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