Kazi Nazrul Islam Poems

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131.
Send From Heaven Again

Send again, Hazrat! from Heaven
The message of justice and toleration!
I can no longer see this hateful hitting
between man and man!
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132.
Don'T Be Afraid, O Human Soul!

The power thrones of today represent devil's affair,
the power-hungry monsters are busy playing there.
Don't be afraid, O human soul! Don't break down in tear!
The drunkard of the underworld won't prevail much longer here.
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133.
Eid, At The End Of Fasting Of Ramadan

O heart, Ramadan has come to an end,
and the happy Eid knocks at the door for all,
Come, today give yourself away wholeheartedly,
heed the divine call.
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134.
Fanaticism Is Not Religion!

Bullying, hypocrisy or fanaticism: that's not what religion is all about
According to all scriptures, fanatics are disciples of the devil: no doubt.
The one and only Creator of all: He is the loving Master ever;
That there is more than one Creator, no true religion can claim so; never.
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135.
Peasant's Eid (Celebration) !

Belal! O Belal! The crescent (helal) shines in the western horizon!
Seeing what is going on, are you hiding in shame in some desert-grave's prison?
Look at those Peasants, bound for the prayer-venue, like the skeleton of a mummy,
Have you seen going toward the slaughter-house the little-fed cattle with sunken tummy?
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136.
Hamd: Allahu, Allahu!

I asked the flower, 'tell me, O flower, tell me! '
Whence did you get such fragrance, such beauty?
'His whose beauty has brightened this world,' said the floret,
'It is He who blessed me with all this! ' Get the clue?
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137.
The Ecstasy Of Destruction

Come, make merry and rejoice.
There rages the summer storm
flying the flag of the New and the Young,
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138.
Enamoured Of Self

I look for her
Who is closer to me than my own self.
I seem to hear her footsteps
In my burning desire.
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139.
Song Of The Do-Nothing

My mind as the Bee today runs a-field
amid the blossoms of the grass in
the field of mator-shuti -
On this winter morn enamored of the
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140.
My Distant Friend

To which lonesome abode do you beckon me
plaintively
again and again, my friend!
My roadside home, full of sorrows,
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