My apologies
- Kazi Nazrul Islam
The current poet I am brother, not the future 'Prophet'
Poetry and Akabby what to say in the face of Moe sebi soi!
Someone says, 'that you are in the future
He will be with poet Bhabir!
Such as Berooy Robi in the hand of a poet forever?
Everyone is guilty, I still sing the dread of Bhairavi!
Poet-buddies are frustrated and write breath!
Say, Kezo is in the process of pushing the side of the helpless politics.
Do not fall in the book, it's gone.
Someone says that the whole village has gulia.
Someone says that the soil is a fat fisherman just playing cards!
Someone says, you were in jail, you are better if you are in jail!
Doctor, you've gotten a beard with sword!
Every Saturday, in the letter of the pretext of cheating, 'You are a pottage!'
I say, 'Prey, broken pot in the boat!'
Immediately close the letter soon.
I gave up all the marriage, Hindus, and uncle!
I do not want to believe in disbelief, Tiki beard, pulse!
Mauli and greedy Moulabi and 'Mole-La'a, who raised their hands'
'Dev-goddess brings names to the face, give birth to pajitas only!
I gave fatwa - Kafir Qazi and,
Although agreed to martyrdom!
'Ampaara' read-up Moura still berry rice!
Hindus think, 'write poetry in parse-words, and take turns!'
Unconsolidated non-co-groups are also happy.
'Violence Violin' or I, Revolutionary-mind!
'It is non-violent', revolutionary,
'Why do not you wear charkha songs?'
The atheist is like the Orthodox-Rum, and I am a sinner!
Naraji sbarajira way, their ankusi narajira way!
No way, I'm a big woman! Woman-hatred!
'Did not return to the British?' Expatriates-friends, 'In this work, yes!'
The devotees say, 'Nabayagug-Robi!' -
Do not be old age, hajagh poet
I think, I think, and how many muscles of the heart,
Sleeping the glasses in the two corners, swearing is more!
What is the name of the head of the head and the head of what I understand?
The hand is high and the brother is not, so write the neck lower!
Friend! You did not give a price,
The government has kept the standard!
Whatever is written, invaluable! anything else
Did you hear that, huh, is the guard of the king, who is back?
Friend! You see me in the temple of my mind,
Bone ink is under the control of Narainu but the mind-prisoner burn!
Every time the chain is broken,
Karunu bakala karatei,
But if he listens, he is crazy! Manil neither Rory-Gandhi
Suddenly wake up the tigers and threw the forest on the nights!
I say, he speaks slander, swear on the words of God!
Almost 'half' is the leader, I have been the leader, now this is the case
'Flowers' - The leader and the hobby that wakes up!
Speaking at the meeting
Puffed chilli pocket, go idiots this time! That rhyme
Nis your pierced room also covers, not at the end of the Ptoşba.
Do not understand that A 'that he returned as a pasture singing in the country,
Listen to music, think of what! Abe would like to eat and drink!
Robo No A 'Malaria epidemic,
Swaraj comes with a pair of cars,
They want food, they bring food for hunger, boys and girls crying.
How many mothers, they are silent, Swaraj comes, see!
A hungry child does not want Swaraj, wants two rice, a little salt,
It was said, 'A child, a child, a flaming fire in his stomach fire.
Were roasted almost crazy,
Swaraj's liquor where to run!
I say, are you god, there are three thousand? Ink and lime
Why does not a 'kill their child, who eats this baby?'
We know, too, have bartaku Swaraj bring edgy burns!
How many crores of hungry hunger children hunger for garbage
Ela million money, L. Swaraj!
Bhukari society to pay money.
Boy sucks at his mother's breast, says Moura, Tiger, eat grass!
Herinu, the mother house of the boy's body was covered magiche begging!
Friend, and can not say, big poison in this chest!
I have heard and heard, so whatever comes in the mouth.
Can not bleed blood alone,
So let's write that blood-writing,
The big thing does not come in big money, A 'head, friend, big friend!
You wrote the immortal poem, friends, those who are happy!
I do not care whether the survival or survival of the era of survival,
Robi has topped the head, there are hundreds of gold stars
Prayers are those who snatched up to thirty million people,
It is written in my blood-writings to destroy them!
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