A
Copper Nation We Are
Bathed
in the sun, grown up in the rain
Of
thousand centuries built we are
We’ve
come, a coppery nation we are.
Approaching
events to the life adhere
At
the moment of birth
The
re sticks a remembrance of the gone by past ;
Like
anklet there jingles
Our
youth does jingle on ….
We
hold in us all memories and all the sounds
As does the earth
A
self-created dream we rear ;
We’ve
come, a coppery nation we are .
Some
are archers, some are fiddlers,
An
ektara does some one hold
And
someone carries a sharpened blade.
For
eternal time and over the land
With
rejoice and prank we gear ;
We’ve
come, a coppery nation we are.
We
denied the dreamland in the core of heart
Resembling
a sea-base, a cave or a womb,
Did
march past with the hoisting ploughs
All
looking like bayonet, spear ;
We’ve
come, a coppery nation we are.
this
approach, this mighty speed
Did
fabricate all love in us.
Love
is raining in a moonlit night
It’s
ploughing the earth in severe heat
And we with such a love
Demanded
a life so bare ;
We’ve
come, coppery nation we are,
Royal
duties we left behind
Festivities
of castes we left
To
the folk-ways, to proletariat
Consecrated
now we are :
We‘ve
come, a coppery nation we are.
Muhammad
Nurul Huda
(1949--)