LOVE BANGLADESH
This country of yours is your motherland,
She is calling out to you.
This is a bond that can never be severed
The scent of the soil:
How can you fail to remember?
No matter where you wander
You are bound to return
In new paths, in every sigh…
To your forlorn heart
Someone will say…
This land of yours…
…is your motherland!
She is calling out to you.
This is a bond that can never be severed
Life is telling you—
You have achieved everything—
Now what’s left?
All happiness has been showered on you,
But you’re far from your home.
Come, return O wanderer
Where at least someone
Will call you their own,
And will call out to you.
That very same country
Is your motherland!
She calls you…
This is a bond that can never be severed
This moment has hidden in it…
a whole century of life.
Don’t ask why in the road
Has come a fork with two ways
You are the one who must choose the path—
You must choose…
Which direction to take;
Which path leads to your true abode?
This country, your soil
It’s you motherland!
She calls out to you
This is a bond that can never be severed.
Swades
Re-Typed and published here by me.
07/10/09- 6:16PM
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