Kazi Nazrul Islam (24 May 1899 - 29 August 1976 / Bardhaman / India)

In your jail you care for us to the hilt,
blessed you are, blessed you are!
This song of mine is in your honor,
blessed you are, blessed you are! !

You have stationed guards at our doors,
in the dark rooms, chained us with such
affection as if we were your sons-in-law,
blessed you are,blessed you are! !

Grubs of salt and unrefined rice
bring water to my mouth,
some hotchpotch of throw-away veggies too,
blessed you are, blessed you are! !

Catch, Uncle, catch some slaps & blows-
certain to straight away send you to Goya, .
along with your entire clap,
take it: you skinned white-leprous body,
blessed you are, blessed you are! !

[Original: Super (jeler) Bondona; Translation: Sajed Kamal]