The Father Of Bangali Nation Poem by Mashiur Rahman

Every time I look at that picture
An unknown feeling overwhelms me
I lost myself in his face-
I can see the illustrated map of Bangali
Green forests, uncultivated crop fields,
Canals, rivers, canals, hills, seas,
Flowers-fruits, birds-birds, moon-sun-
Weaving the dreams of farmers-laborers-mates..

Every time I look at that picture
An unfamiliar melody draws me
I can see deep in his two eyes
An early and endless Bangali entity-
Shouts,
'We are in favor of exploitation
We are for the oppressed
We are for humanity
We are not dead
We are not lost. '

Every time I look at that picture
I can hear the unspoken words on his lips-
Repeatedly, keep saying,
'We are brave Bangalis-
The black darkness of the clouds in any storm,
Our heads advanced like the sun
Our chests are unwavering like mountains
We are independent
We are liberators
We are not dead
We are not lost. '
The song of conquering the country in our voices
The song of conquering the sky in our voices
The song of conquering the sea in our voices
The song of victory of humanity in our voices
The song of victory of civilization in our voices....

--- Mashiur Rahman