Great is that Man
(Dhanya Sei Purush” from Shamsur Rahman’s work Abiram Jalbhrami, 1986. The Bengali poem is written about the man who contextually refers to Sheikh Mujubur Rahman, Father of our Nation)
Great is that man – who emerges from the deep water
of a river –
At the moment the sun is rising.
Great is that man who from the blue hill top
Walks down the green carpet of the dale–
Teeming with butterflies.
Great is that man– who emerges
from an autumnal beel
Flying myriad-coloured birds.
Great is that man–who, after a famine, rushes out
from a harrowed land
Dreaming of crops.
Blessed are we, sure!
We see that you still come from a distant horizon
And we anxiously wait for you
Like the thirsty deer in hot summer noon
Looking for water.
Piercing your bosom blood-red jaba has bloomed like Pride
And we stare at those flowers.
Our eyes want not to wink
Our traumatic guilt-ridden heads droop down.
Look, one by one, all are treading the wrong path–
A sheer downfall!
Like disco dancers they have stated dancing at
Keeping their conscience into oblivion.
Trustworthiness is now making hidden-holes
For the good and well-wishers.
Facts are falling apart like potters’ broken earthen
The flatterers’ lips are so fluent,
Profusely producing words, days and nights.
Look, some fruit tree is loaded with makal fruits.
Love and affection are drying up
Like sun-burnt grasses
Look, today, there is no difference between crows
Under countless tricks and excuses
The tricksters are embellishing the autocrat’s head
Look, none of the head is able to rise
Even a little higher than your knee
By no means none could exceed that height.
Losing you we were like evening shadows–
Slowly melting into darkness.
Our days got shrouded with grief.
Losing you, in days of crisis,
We were mourning sitting in our dunghills.
Our tears made the sky grief-stricken
But you have transformed that grief into life’s hymn
Because we know that you are more living than the
Great is that man, on whose name shimmers the sun
For ever, Sraban’s rain, like music, pours down on
Winds never allow dusts gather on this name.
Great is that man on whose name the
Spread their wings.
Great is that man on whose name flutters our Freedom
– like the flag.
Great is that man on whose name
Echoes ecstasy of our Freedom Fighters.