Kazi Nazrul Islam

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

For The Poets Of The Future


Bright and hibiscus-red, like the morning sun
you are rising, you the poets of days to come.
The glowing morning for which we awake
You are waking in flocks, O birds, for that sake.
I sing the hymn in the hope that you will come
And rise in the blue sky that I make.
I leave behind the memory of my salutation -
please play on my lute your new-day song.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 30, 2012

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[Original: Na asha diner kobir proti; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]

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