In Bangla

Transliteration

Amar bhaiyer rokhte
rangano ekushey february
Ami ki bhulte pari
Cheleyhara shoto mayer osru
goraey february
Ami ki bhulte pari
Amar shunar desher
rokhtr rangano ekushey february
Ami ki bhulte pari.
Jago naginira jago
naginira jago
kalbosheykira
sishu ho'ita bikkobey aaj
kapuk boshundora,
desher shunar chele khun
kore rokhey manusher dabi
din bodler krantilogney
tobu tura par pabi?
Na, na, na, na khun ronga
itihashe shesh rai dewa
taroi
ekushey february ekushey
february.
Sheidin o amini nil
gogoner boshene shittyer
sheshey
raat jaga chad chumu
kayeychilo heshe;

In English

Can I forget the twenty-first of February
incarnadined by the love of my brother?
The twenty-first of February, built by the tears
of a hundred mothers robbed of their sons,
Can I ever forget it?
Wake up all serpents,
wake up all summer thunder-storms,
let the whole world rise up
in anger and protest against the massacre of innocent children.
They tried to crush the demand of the people
by murdering the golden sons of the land.
Can they get away with it
at this hour when the times are poised
for a radical change?
No, no, no, no,
In the history reddened by blood
the final verdict has been given already
by the twenty-first of February.
It was a smooth and pleasant night,
with the winter nearly gone
and the moon smiling in the blue sky
and lovely fragrant flowers blossoming on the roadside,
and all of a sudden rose a storm,
fierce like a wild horde of savage beasts.
Even in the darkness we know who those beasts were.
On them we shower the bitterest hatred
of all mothers brothers and sisters.
They fired at the soul of this land,
They tried to silence the demand of the people,
They kicked at the bosom of Bengal.
They did not belong to this country.
They wanted to sell away her good fortune.
They robbed the people of food, clothing and peace.
On them we shower our bitterest hatred.
Wake up today, the twenty-first of February.
do wake you, please.
Our heroic boys and girls still languish in the prisons of the tyrant.
The souls of my martyred brothers still cry.
But today everywhere the somnolent strength
of the people have begun to stir
and we shall set February ablaze
by the flame of our fierce anger.
How can I ever forget the twenty-first of February?

Translated by Kabir Chowdhury