At the beat of Twenty-one
Hakikur Rahman

They didn't die, they couldn't die.
They are alive, inside the hearts of all Bengalis
And the illumined soul sheds light, in every heart.
How many nations in this world have come - gone, gone,
Can you say How many languages were martyred for?
You came to this country for a moment,
You have become a nebula today
In the heat of the day,
Lights are burning.
Who says you are not there!
Whenever you look in the wilderness, within a crowd of people
Those faces, like painted vase, come into silently.
You make us rich,
You have the right to live
We saw the light of consciousness,
Awakened freedom of heart.
It's time to revisit today,
That consciousness to soothe
Be inspired, to this new twilight,
No more regrets.