Come, O guide of the age,
The fearless and the bold.
Come, O the eternally beautiful,
The serene and the confident;
I sing your victory.
Come, O hero.
The raised thunder.
Come, O the unconquerable,
The cruel and the arrogant,
I sing your victory.

O the healer of the sorrows
Of dumb millions,
Wake up.
O the leader of the age;
I sing your victory,
I welcome you.

Listen to the healirending cries over there
Come, O the severer of fetters.
The child is awakening,
The child is seeking light
Come, O the rising sun,
I sing your victory,
You I welcome.

[Original: Prarthona; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]

Kazi Nazrul Islam

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