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Poem

The Muslims no longer rise
With the same old fervour of faith,
With which they conquered the world apace

Burnt and bleak is the bower of birds
whose chirpings changed the fate of worlds,
And during the days of revolt
The Obedience to Allah brought!

No more is Siddiq’s Sincerity!
No more is Umar’s Sacrifice!
No more is Bilal’s Faith!
No more is Ali’s Zulfiqar! N
No more are Martyrs now
For Allah’s Cause, to fight with vow

Our arms no longer strong!
Khalid, Musa and Tarik are gone!
Gone is the peacock’s Throne!
To-day the beggars play the ruling role !

Islam only in the books,
And the Muslims in the graves.

[Original in Bangla: Jage na she loye ar; Kazi Nazrul Islam
Translation: Mizanur Rahman]

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