Be brave, be valiant, be all violent
Prided heads and chest broadened
O brothers! O youths! O worthy sons!
O sisters! O daughters! O wives of nation!
O saints! O monks! o religion profound!
Hold the swords and wield them around
Hold the weapons deathly and terrible
All firearms, all bombs and cannons. [1]
Turn them all to the heart of Anarchy
And let them burst and blast at might
To rid this nation from bleeding afflictions
To rid her from her ulcerous plight. [2]
The faith, the peace you brag so proud
The preachings, the gospels you deliver about
All shall be a waste cacophony
When monsters shall have their absolute ceremony. [3]
Don`t be dumb driven slave of brutality
No sin to crush the Devil`s cruelty-
That like the Satan betrays good hearts
Filling goodly minds with hatred 'gainst God. [4]
If gods of peace don`t listen your voice
To set at accord virtue and vice
Be yourself devoid all prayers
Put all these wasteful ceremonies to fire. [5]
Let you` echo of thundering sound
Be heard as sound of Change Profound
Let your fury speak your weapons
Crackling guns and blasting bombs. [6]
Put to death, to the heap of slain
To those dare tame your mighty march.
You daughters! You sisters! You wives of nation!
Be Durga, be Kali to bring revolution. [7]
Fight against your sole degradation
Fight against your plight 'n' violation
Stand against the ravishing stride
Revolt in wrath against malice` molestation. [8]
Monsters young or monsters old
Shall be monsters
So put them early to the edge of sword.
Their growth shall ever but monsters breed
That shall endanger the human gentry
As by and by they flourish their creed. [9]
Goodly convictions are falling apart
Centre is playing the devilish part
Thrones and crowns the worst do hold
The best are crushed as things of discard. [10]
Cheat, deceit, betrayal and flirt
Rape, seduction and malice molestation
Are so well uprising, so well surviving,
Flourishing and blooming under sole protection. [11]
Rise straight and hold upright
Move dare dominant, trampling the fright
From the slumber of slavery awake
From bonds be free, be not afraid. [12]
Stand for Self,
For your sons and daughters' sake
Against all oppressions
Stand in the battle like Yama`s image
Untamed amid the Devil`s numbers
In the kindling of dire revolution
Like in true mutineer`s rage. [13]
To set all things goodly at accord
To help stand and walk the trodden and discard
To welcome the dawn of new transition
Of Peace, of Pride of Safe-Region. [14]
nice revolution with a nice imagery... a nice ode for all... descriptive but message is more clear...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bold and beautiful.......a great job sir