I lie you for our freedom-
Giving salute to our ancestors
Not to make an ocean of blood
To escape from the cage of the slave-
To sing a song of my motherland-
Who says to you?
The day will not have a dawn
I lie you again for our freedom-
Every youth will sing altogether today
An anthem of the freedom
Put out the coffins of the youths.
Give me back our history
I lie you once more for our freedom.
The voice is rising up to the sky
Death or alive
We the one have give up the souls
It’s the tribute of the freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your words swings like the bat of Sewag, and yet have the calmness of Dravid and the grace of Tendukar. I think this is my favourite poem from you yet, I like its relevance.