I sing the song of equality, —
In my view, there is no desparity
between man and woman.
Everything that is a great creation
and beneficial for ever,
half of it is created by man
and another half by woman.
Sins, sufferings, pains and tears
that have come on earth,
men have borne half of them
and women the rest.
Who belittes you, o woman,
calling you a pit in hell?
Tell him,
woman is not the original sinner,
it is man-satan who is it.
Orsin or satan is neither man nor woman,
rather it is neuter that flows equally
in man andwoman.
The flowers that have blossomed on earth
and the fruits that have grown,
it is woman who has added juice, beauty,
nectar and fragrance to them.
You have seen the marble of the Taj Mahal;
have you seen its soul?
Momtaj, the woman, stays at its heart,
Shahjahan stays outside.
It is woman who is the fortune of wisdom,
the fortune of music and that of harvest;
woman, the fortune of splendour,
is roaming in all beauties.
Man has brought the pain of day
and its scorching heat;
woman has brought the peace ofnight,
breeze and rain.
Woman has providedstrength and courage
during the day
and has become wife at night;
Man has come with the thirst of desert,
she has provided nectar.
The crop-field has become fertile;
man has ploughed it;
sowing seeds in that field,
woman has made it green.
Man carries the plough, woman the water;
from those soil and water mixed together,
crops grew in abundance
in the shape of golden spikes of paddy.
Gold and silver have become jewellery
only for having the touch of woman’s organs.
Man has become poet longing for woman
and having union with her;
all his words have become poems,
all his sounds, songs.
Man gives appetite, woman nectar;
from those appetite and nectar mixed together,
great child of great man is born gradually.
All the great victories of the world
and all the grand voyages
gained grandeur for the sacrifice of mothers, sisters and wives.
How much blood man has offered
is recorded in history;
how many women have become widow
is not written there.
Beside the memorials of heroes
on their tombstones,
who has written how many mothers
uprooted their hearts
and how many sisters served them?
Man’s sword has never got victorious alone;
woman, the fortune of victory, has given him
inspiration and strength.
King rules the kingdom and queen the king;
the sumpathey of queen has washed away
all the disgraces from the kingdom.
Man was heartless; to make him human,
woman borrowed him half of her heart.
All the great celebrities, immortal
whose fame knows no bound
and whom we remember every year
were begotten by their fathers whimsically.
Rama left Lob-Kush in the jungle,
it is Seeta who nurtured him!
Woman taught the baby-boy
affection, love, kindness
and compassion;
she decorated his eyes with kohl
as a dense shadow of pain.
The harsh man paid that debt in a strange way;
he confined her who had kissed him
holding on her bosom.
He was the man-incarnation
who, at the command of father,
cut his mother with axe.
Woman, half the Deity, has turned aside
in the world’s bed;
so long woman was concealed,
now concealed is man.
Those days are gone by,
when, not men,
only women were confined.
Now it is the age of empathy,
ofbeing human and of equality;
that no one would be other’s prisoner
is being announced by drum-beat.
If still man imprisons woman,
the turn will come
when man will rot and die
in the same prison that he built.
It is the justice of Age—
if you torture,
that torture will seize you one day.
Listen, o the creatures of earth,
the more you oppress others,
the more you will be impotent.
O woman, who confined you
in the dungeon of treasure
with the jewellery of gold and silver?
Tell, who is that oppressor?
Now you have no agitation to express yourself;
you, the timid, speak only from behind
the curtain!
You cannot stare eye to eye,
still you wear bracelets and anklets;
Tear off, o woman, the veil you wear on head,
break down that chain!
Fly off the veil that has made you timid!
Throw away all ornaments,
the symbols of servitude!
Daughter of earth!
Do not roam in the jungle more
to sing to trees!
Flying on the wings of night,
Pluto, the King of Hades, came
and snatched you to captivity in its dungeon.
Since then, you are captive,
you are living dead in the hell of death;
it was the first time
when night descends on earth!
Breaking down the dungeon in Hades,
emerge like the serpent-virgin
piercing underworld!
Broken bangles of yours
will not show you path in darkness.
The gray hound, that is man’s hunger,
at the fling of your leg
will drop dead at your feet
along with Yama smashed and destroyed.
So long you have offered ambrosia,
today different is the need;
the hand that offered ambrosia
must offer now hemlock.
Not very far is that day
when the world will sing
the victory of woman along with man!
7.7.2017 Sirajganj
