One, who put out
lamps of life
And from the womb of earth
Uprooted the growing plants,
Harvested land
He made barren,
Attacked the heart of new age
with a sharp burning dagger —
My pen revolts
against him!
Can’t stop the pen,
till the vanity-mad, arrogant oppressor!
fall down on the earth
Can not stop the voice
that flew from the throat,
Can not stop the storm
that flapped its wings in sky,
Can not stop the water-flow
that knew well
the course of flux!
That will swell
and climb on the tops of mountains,
will jump!
Will break all walls on the path
with a thunder voice freely!
I believe comrade —
your arms so powerful
that the rival
will lie on the earth defeated!
Deep bright redness
alights at your eyes,
By which today I assure —
Surely
The dark age will vanish
All the lights, extinguished
will lit again
with the affectionate awareness!
The earth with new buds
will flourish happily!
That world’s populace
like peacock,
will sing the songs in new tunes,
And will dance
tinkling the payal [1]
in the fields,
fearlessly!
