Mir Gul Khan Nasir

(14 May 1914 - 6 December 1983 / Noshki, Balochistan, British India (Pakistan))

Cries And Shouts And Hurried Calls - Poem by Mir Gul Khan Nasir

Cries and shouts and hurried calls

A colourblind crowd is celebrating



They say, "It's dawn" but when I look at life

The dark, black night is in full swing



Lighting strikes and a voiceless thunder

It seems as if clouds are raining somewhere far off



But the smell of rain doesn't permeate the air

Instead, blood is rising up in a ditch



O fools! Where is the bright morning?

The enraged night is still here and strong



The Yazeed-like imperialists are still

Crushing the bones of the valiant patriots



In the populated and scenic Bangladesh

Once again a storm of blood is rising



Again the agents of imperialism

Are setting cities and villages on fire



Mujeeb, the celebrated patriot

Is sprawled on the ground in a pool of his own blood



He's been dressed by the accursed (slaves of imperialism)

In a red coat decorated with bullets (as medals)



The contemptuous agents of foreigners (imperialists) have committed genocide

Again, it is the story of Hussain against Yazeed



O courageous comrades! Be privy to the Yazeedi nature

In your (unity and) wellbeing is their loss



The mouth (they speak through) might be theirs

But the tongue in it is that of the imperialists



They're vain because their pockets are full of money

And their aid is the imperialists and (their) platoons



For the extermination of the brave patriots

They've been provided with countless weapons and forces



There's no mercy in the hearts of these cowards

It is because of them that the world is dark



They don't allow the flame of freedom to burn

Dousing it wherever they see it alight



Mujeeb, the fearless Bangla Bandoo (Friend of Bangladesh)

Is infront of the firing squad with his family



Again, the flag of freedom is flying at half mast

The imperialists are back to their old tricks and deceptions



Again, conflicts are being resolved with the gun

Again, The Golden Land (Sonar Dhartee) is on fire



O brave friends! This is how time shoves us

In the same manner my motherland (Balochistan) is also burning



Don't be timid O Warriors! Don't stop,

Even though the path is tough and filled with hardships



Mujeeb's blood will, at no cost, go to waste

This is just a test of the steadfastness of the patriots



It won't last; this night of terror won't last

Even though it's dark and foggy at the moment



Nasir sees clearly, with his heart

The flag of your victory waving in the wind


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012



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