Tareq Al Islam
"The Delirium of the Fearless
Child"
I died many times before I die,
My cherished dreams are dying again and again with
the arrows of despair,
With death as my companion
I came to be caught in the earth,
The death of my will is still unceasing still I
faught,
I have lost the identity of the caste under the
symbolic shadow and thought,
Creator and creature should be recognized by all,
Today, the team of consciousness traders wounded
consciousness
random,
These are all sad,
The birds of my dreams cannot fly,
All the wings are broken, despair in the eyes
Counting the days in the hopeless chest waiting to
die,
I died many a times before I finally die,
I still live in my own home like a foreigner,
Destiny trapped in the net of irregularities regular,
I don't want to make an alliance with the oppressor,
O Guide of Humanity,
O Child of Time!
Can you hear me,
Can you hear the pained cry of the captive lion's
failed roar?
I am a lion captive in the best prison of wasted time,
Time mocks at me,
No way out to set free,
I am just writing the failed history of ongoing
civilization,
The hands and feet of the birds of consciousness are
bound,
Untie all chains,
They will step on the streets now with the group of
the oppressed,
They want to raise their index finger to make a loud
noise,
And I!
I will sing the song of liberation in anger with
Dipok Raga,
The sky vibrates the winds,
All the extinguished lamps of consciousness will burn
bright,
All the closed doors of the closed house will be opened,
The dead souls will wake up,
The lamp of liberation will spread its flame,
The fire of the imperiled humanity will spread on the
harp,
Fire will burn in the ether,
The foggy dream sky will be clear,
The stars will shine that covered with clouds,
It will take life to life
The sun with the stars will happily smile,
Darkness will be run away,
Truth and Beauty will wake up,
All false superstitions will be removed,
There will be no differences between people, religion
and caste,
The rich and the poor will not have pride,
Come sing the Deepak Raga to set free,
I burn with the fire of music to destroy all
injustices,
In the ink of a broken heart, I have written the
victory of liberation for people,
But I died many a times before I finally die,
You all learn The Raga of Megh Mallari,
Sing from house to house
The heated soul will be cool down,
The thirsty hearts will be cool,
A cool breeze will blow around,
The wind of peace will bring rain through the chest
of the sky,
The ordinary life will be happy,
The land will be filled with crops and flowers,
There will be no difference between people to people.....
#Tareq Al Islam
Bangladesh
