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

We are wild as the storm
We are restless as the spring
We are fearless like god and generous like nature.

We are as free as the sky
We are Bedouin, the deserts wandering tribe.
We know no king
nor any king's laws,
We submit to no rule or regulation,
We are born free with it mind'
open as the blossoming lotus.
We are the murmuring flood tide of the sea
and the warbling waters of the mountain spring

We are generous hearted wide open meadows...
We are mighty invincible hills
We are flying birds with outstretched wings
We are bubbling laughter and gay songs.

We eat wild fruits and drink rain water
We sleep under trees in the depth of green forests
We are the gushing river of life.
We are the flowing waters of mountain brooks
warbling singing roaring
always restless and ever on the move.