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Sanctuary

Faruk Nawaz
Who are they that say, father, you do not exist?
Are they deaf? Are they blind or
Stupid, dullard or oxen with no feeling?
Do not they hear the sweet whistle of magpie Robin? That small bird! At every dawn it whistles and tells your tales.
Father! Surely you did father this country.
If you were not born, this nation would not have born.
Now, there is my flag, red and green, swinging in the air. Here is my sweet golden Bangal, my own land;
Here I sing to my heart’s content.
Flowing here are hundred rivers - Modhumoti, Padma, Meghna-How could all these be mine if you did not come?
We passed ages hard in the fire of subjugation.
And then, you came and set us free.
And now this nation walks erect, independent.
You are in the hearts of sixteen crore human being.
Birds are coming flying happily on your birthday;
Sound of anklet in the bush of Minjiri, Bees dancing around flowers, breeze in the tamarisk trees-The sea wakes up with waves- all these, because you are with us.
Who say you don’t live, who are they?
Are they blind or their eyes closed forever?
Are they stones or short of hearing?
Do not they hear the voice of yours?
The thunderous voice that shook the world,
The voice that still electrifies all around with flashes.
You are in the hearts of people all over the land. Jingling or rattles through the branches of rain tree Caused only because you are with us.
Air full of smell of Bathua, falling of flowers of Sajna-Babla bushes dancing with the touch of gentle air on both sides of lonely ways- all these only because you are with us.
Zinnia and Dopatta are in blossom only because you are with us. Green cuckoo sings dulcetly in the depth of Palas, only because you are with us.
Towns and cities are enlivened- exciting noise in the village.
Tungipara is mad with tide- like crowd.
You are at your dearest premise, calm and quiet, Leaving the boisterous Dhanmondi.
Air runs touching the green grass carpet with deep love.
Fragrance of flowers, chirping of little birds, And soft sound of waves- all around you. You hearthe melody of running air- day in, day out.
Tungipara has turned into the sanctuary of our nation.
You are the heart of Bangladesh, the father of the nation.
Translation : Khairul Alam Shabuj