What bad times has befallen now?
What obstacle protects me at the stairs?
Shall I enter it keeping apart all impediments?
If a poet's house is confiscated
Whether the poets of the previous century would live alone!
Bloods starts to move in the commotions of the brain cells
Poets of twentieth century do not know to retreat
They have got courage in crude agitation
The poets of Bengal will be champions,
Tearing apart all differences
Poets of tomorrow will be the winners.


Translated by: Siddique Mahmudur Rahman

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