Kazi Nazrul Islam Poems

I am a proud muslim woman,
I'm the scent of a flower in the household-desert.
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At my gaze no longer laughs the rose,
At the music of my words no longer blossoms forth the flowers
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Rise up Women, rise up like the flaming fire!
Rise up, O wife of the Sun-god,
with the mark of blood on your forehead! ! !
Dangling your tongues all around
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'Where is the Peacock's Throne,
And where the Ruling Role? '
Question the Muslims, with tears in eyes,
And complain to Thee, O Lord of Paradise
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Striding down the road, if ever by any wild chance,
We meet, my dear heart,
Please look at me with those eyes drunk with longing,
Like you used to in the days past.
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Perhaps we shall meet,
Where the bending sky kisses
The green wilderness.
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O you who look so soiled and weary,
Collect your armour for the struggle,
Your rusty shovels, heavy hammers,
To save the earth from dire disaster.
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Syed Makki Madani,
he is my prophet Mohammad.
The friend of God, full of kindness,
he is the dearly beloved of all.
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At twilight, who brightens you up?
Red blush falls from your hand to your feet blazing the setting horizon!
With shy eyes and soft smile on your lips, why hide the garland
with your scarf?
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However intensely you burn me in sorrow's fire.
If l am constantly burnt my heart will get purified and I will get closer to you.
After the drought shall I come the rain and
my heart will get touched by your kindness.
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