Yet he is the king -Shamsur Rahman The countrymen get together And play on band and sing No crown on his head Yet he is the king.
On the bank of Madhumoti In Tunghipara hamlet The blades of grass used to kiss Fondly that very king’s feet.
All call him Bangabandhu The Nation’s Father. The countrymen come running At the call of that great leader.
All know-in the path he showed Liberty the country achieved In freedom-fighting the Pak-troops Were confounded and ruined.
The foes at home ended his life They are known as murderers Yet he came out victorious Defeated are those killers.
The wheel of history So much the traitors turn In the minds of tillers and workers His image has been drawn.
Translator: Gazi Abdulla-helBaqui
The thunder message of Khoka -Mosarrof Hossain Bhuiyan
Regime, exploitation, torture and in oppression, tribulation A boy was born in the country of grassy-mother Sunken by the smell of muddy soil on Modhumoti’s bank That boy of Tungipara was increased gradually.
To swim in the fresh water of the river in boyhood Fierce fighting was tigers of inshore and crocodiles of water In the fight of freedom he was not retreated That daredevil golden son did not fear anything. The killer soldiers killed people, skulls were flying The bullets were fired like rain without guilt In protest, the thundered-voice of Khoka roared To get on his brave chest in the face of death.
Who gave worth of patriotism by the heart’s blood Who is the great-leader else equivalent to Khoka Khoka would be the father of the nation Mujibur Rahman The blood-river of seventy one is flowing on his chest.