BANGLADESHI POETRY
Poetry of Mosharraf Hussain Khan
Mosharraf Hussain Khan's poetry speaks for the humanity, Allah, Rasul and Ummah.
Poems translation from Bengali: Muhammad Shamim Akhter
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We never stopped
Floated over the blood- strained seas, never thought about the life
Faced with the storm and torrential -rain, still we didn't stop.
We didn't stop with the face of fire
Roars hurricane breeze
Scolding of bullet bomb or canon-
rather swam across fresh water
Tried to stop the torrent of storm again and again
tore the sail hundreds of times
Stood atop bathing in blood
still we crossed in the shaky tunnel .
Moved forward crossing over the mountains
Stood in the blood-strained seas dipping unto my chest
never trembled with the fear of hyena
We never came back for the cause of cowardliness
Still we stand, we'll stand likely
Advance for the conquer of dream
We can not but to move forward
we didn't stop ever- do not know how to stop.
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EYES OF THE SLAVE
The slave of ‘Roots' appeared in the screen of TV
The severe injuries on their bodies
Too awful, too frightful sight
Helpless slave!
No matter he belongs to Africa or another country
Still he is human being .Mankind and the inheritance of Adam.
They are my brothers.
Because the whole earth is my own domicile
The land of existence.
Helpless slave!
Mode of protest, on the line of slaves
A young guy stands by-another rebel young.
The cartridge of anger in the eyes.
Not a single young, flame of fire
The young runs piercing the barrier of the guard
Runs for the life smashing the chains of the slavery.
That young is lovely Anwar
That young like lively Swakat
That spark is like the freed Siraj.
How can we forget the name of yours?
Can mankind become the slave of mankind?
Nor they slave; have a look at those protesting faces are crossing the minaret of the clouds
Beyond the border up to the border free border.
Our hands mould to strong stones.
Those rebellious sights are perilous atoms.
The meaning Anwar is the flow of the molten lava
Swakat- a name of the heavy mountains
Siraj- roars of the angry sea.
And now we stand on the valley of the unfinished war
a combined comet, horses of the stars .
Let's have a look; the top of the fierce head had touched
the brave sun of the dawn.
Those heads won't be defeated ever.
Our hands mould to strong stones.
Those rebellious sights are perilous atoms.
How fascinating!
Can mankind become the slave of mankind?
We are to unfold the chains of the slavery –
Our forceful struggle.
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Bagdad-2003
The Baghdad of thousand years of traditions are shaken now
with the foot steps of the sinner hyena namely Ingo-Americans !
George W. Bush, Blair or Sharon –
No, no women gave birth to them.
No women of this earth can birth such heinous issues.
may be some swine hold them in the womb or
any Satans gave birth them
This is the karbala ! –
Where Hussain along with his fellows won
in the Imani exam
This is the Forat
that Dojla !-
The water of which strained in blood
with the holy blood of the son of the prophet's daughter along with his family!
This is the Iraq !-
Where lots of heroes rest in peace,
even the companions of prophet!
The holy city and occupied by the hyena of
Abdul Kader Gilani and Rabeya Bosri !
Every dust of Iraq ,
blowing wind or the tide of Dojla
amazed in surprise!
The weeps of the bird shake the world!-
Lord!
Holy Iraq-
She is for you, for your end.
Protect with the unseen assistance
Every Muslim Locality including Iraq-
how likely it was protected
against the attack to holy Kaba by Abraha.
Baghdad is burning!
No!-
Not Baghdad -the heart is burning!
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kabil's Successor
Earth –the name of a planet; now, very fragile, worn out.
And its habitats like the scared refugee Salik(1)
Factory, just opposite to the deserted house, making rough sound relentlessly
Sometimes it was pretended that cloths are not producing here, producing
many infants !
Lo! the sisters of kabil
Do you know that three fourth of money in this earth
is being spent killing your child?
Here blood is cheaper than salt, even priceless indeed .
No favorite game exists
than murder and killing in the earth .
Why not it would happen?
That is the hands of Kabil strained in blood at first
with the blood of his brother
they are the son of that killer father!
I can no longer like such atrocity and blood !
Being fury and ashamed
wish to enter in to the airy body .
Reversely I may settle just opposite in the back of the earth.
Or I may settle in other planet
piercing the belly of the corpse .
Oh! If I had two wings like the Duck from Cyprus
I prefer the silence of the grave
being looked the pathetic ends of Ashraful Moklukat.
I wish I weep several times holding the pillars of the grave
What can poets do
but composing the elegy and weeping
I was afraid when
sounds from the machine on the midst of deserted house
may be an infant of kabil
delivering just now to the shore passing
the blood strained tunnel.
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Farrukh Ahmed
By the breathe produced from the naval of the sea
may plunge the age of the world
Suddenly the sailor of the sea returns back
the golden snail from the sea under his arm
an invisible daring eagle awaits in the belly of snail
Seven seas
The sailor of the seven seas stands on the mast
the forest -fear beats on the platform
Someone calls:
Stop the sailor, look the delight of the storm
Storm! Storm is the symbol of the bright courageous, the nature of the sea
The sailor turns and stands before the wild storm
To the edge of the endless sky
The salt water of the sea opens by the sight of the sailor
The bright stone comes off the deep sea
Really he is a poet-
the perfect poet for the eternity
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FIRE BREEDING BOSNIA
Aida – insulted sister of mine of eight years old
Nadia- insulted honey
The poison of anger of Serbian hyena flows into thousands body
Yet be fearless
Rebellious Hero like Musa
may be bred from the anger
May be thousands of Salauddin shall come off
blasting the stone all in a sudden from that anger
Fire breeding Bosnia-
The meaning of yours now-green less vast field
laughter of the inhumane hyena
the flow of blood
the weeps of the children in the jail
Shout of sister
lament of the have not
The meaning of Bosnia now-the shameless ....of the white bears, piles of corpse
what the dried breath in the refugee camp of Croatia
Lo Bosnia
The Serbian dacoits are the instance of hatred
Tujla -now the thrown lava, burning volcano
Tujla –now the lament of insulted woman
Tujla - now the forest-fire of brutality, melted hills
The failed UN could not give back the honor
yet what is the fear of my native
Thousands of souls awake in front of you
war ahead
Forest at the back, the endless sea
and the golden suns would be woke up through the war
Lo world, world in turmoil
We stand face to face for the final frontier
The burning lava under our feet
The drunkard Serbian bears ahead
The wild breath of the brutality
The laughter of hyena
The wild forest behind, endless sea
Lo World, turmoil world
There is no good news other than war for you
Lo endless
Lo the Lord of invisible
make every bone of the martyr of Bosnia
A canon capable to hit to an accurate
Let every breath of suppressed in the detention centre
a grenade
Let make drop of tear of every insulted woman
an atom
Make every crying helpless infant of Bosnia
a devastating missile, invisible Ababil
There is no elegy for Bosnia
Now are face to face wars
war ahead
The wild forest behind, endless sea
Aida – insulted sister of mine of eight years old
Nadia- insulted honey
Bosnia- Lo fire breeding Bosnia
The poison of hyenas' anger flows in your blood
Deliver rebellious hero like Musa
Let deliver thousands of Salauddin
There is no good news except war in the world
Bosnia –Lo fire breeding Bosnia
From the corner of Asia
Send the atom of anger for the heinous Serbia with the peak of local eagle
And send with the wings of Eagle
a piece of cloth for the satisfaction to cover up your respect
And look and watch
we are aside you
Piercing the minaret of disastrous waves
on the plateau of Herzegovina
we are ready for the war too
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Top of the white turban
You know, how scorching the naked earth is
gradually moving under the dark, in to the deep hole
Nothing left before the earth
hope dream or holy land
Leaving behind the blessed fountain laden island some where else
Rushing towards the barren passage of mountain
No water left for drink
No tree left for the shadow
Under the scorching sun
tired for the rush, very tired
War waits ahead, a huge wave for the destruction
tremendous wind over the head
flowing the river for the frightening
The ferocious volcanoes, huge mountain stand around
Please tell my Hazrat which way can be suitable
Both of the banks are inundated smashing the barrier, poison floats
in the juncture of time
before the destruction of the earth
Again uphold your
top of the appeased white turban
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Muhammad (SM)
Someone calls at the heart of soundless night
‘Are you not asleep? Listen, huge storm sweeps outside, never-ending
On the edge of the balcony of time deepest dark is hanging
How can you enjoy a fearless sleep in the hottest night'?
The enlightened procession descends blasting from the cloudy minaret
The sky is blue and the yard of the earth is green
His lips are frightened. The mountain, sea, woods
open the loop of the full moon one by one
Muhammad! That name penetrated in my heart –
Let it be known by the nature, let it be known by all. In his name
turn my salam to my left and right all the time .
The love floats in to the calm home
Listen, if you wanna examine my love
then listen ,my heart is open –the river is full of love.