Bright as the crimson sun in the lap of dawn <br />rocks a radiant full moon in mother Amina's bosom. <br />Come, one and all, look at that glorious sight and rejoice. <br />All through the entire creation <br />reverberates a single question; <br /> 'Who has arrived? <br />With Kalima Shahadat on his lips, <br /> who has arrived? <br />Blessed with God's radiance, who has arrived'? <br />All the stars and plants bow down and ask; <br /> Who has arrived? <br />The angels gaily sing; <br /> Peace and God's blessings be upon him, <br />for him they fling wide open all the doors of Paradise. <br /> <br />The prophet who gave up to man <br /> the rights of man. <br />Who proclaimed. 'There is no lord but Allah'. <br />Who wore for humanity's sake <br /> the mantle of poverty. <br />Who wiped out all distinctions between <br /> the pauper and the prince <br />has arrived at last on this earth. <br />At last has appeared on the scene <br />the vision dreamt of by long suffering humanity. <br />And the whole world sings today <br /> of man's freedom and equality. <br /> <br />[Original in Bangla: Tora dekhe ja Amina mayer kole; Translation: Kabir Chowdhury]<br /><br />Kazi Nazrul Islam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bright-as-the-crimson-sun/
