Weary of struggles, I, the great rebel, Shall rest in quiet only when I find The sky and the air free of the piteous groans of the oppressed. I shall uproot this miserable earth effortlessly and with ease, And create a new universe of joy and peace. I am the cruel axe of Parsurama, I shall kill warriors And bring peace and harmony in the universe! I am the plough on the shoulders of Balarama,
Who themselves with their weapons at times reach up to such heights which could pose a threat against their very subjects. Shrestha-sudan sok-tap hana kheyali bidhir bokhhe kabir bhinnoīidhrohi bhrigu, bhogoban buke anke debo pad-chinho!īishwa charay uthiyachi eka chiro unnato sir!įrom the first line of this phrase, the poet took the imagery of many powerful gods and described his power. Ottacharir khargo kripan bhim ron bhume ranibe naīidhrohi bhrigu, bhogoban buke anke di pad-chinho Utpiriter krondon rol akase batase dhonibe na
Upari phelibo adhin bishwa abolehe naba shristir mahanande, Nikashtriya koribe bishwa, anibo sahanti, shanto udar! I snatch from Bishnu’s bosom the two girls! I am injustice, I am the shooting star, I am Saturn, I am the fire of the comet, I am the poisonous asp! I am Chandi the headless, I am ruinous Warlord, Sitting in the burning pit of Hell I smile as the innocent flower! I carry the message of revolt to the earth and the sky! I am the mighty flood, Sometimes I make the earth rich and fertile, At another time I cause colossal damage. It neighs impatiently, drunk with delight! I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth, I am the wildfire of the woods, I am Hell’s mad terrific sea of wrath! I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound, I scatter misery and fear all around, I bring earth-quakes on this world! I am Orpheus’s flute, I bring sleep to the fevered world, I make the heaving hells temple in fear and die. I am the rising, I am the fall, I am consciousness in the unconscious soul, I am the flag of triumph at the gate of the world, I am the glorious sign of man’s victory, Clapping my hands in exultation I rush like the hurricane, Traversing the earth and the sky. Below is part five, the final part of my analysis: Here is my analysis of the same in 5 parts.
Many have seen, in this poem, elements of grief, heroism, and love. Originally published in several periodicals, the poem was first collected in 1922 in a volume titled Agnibeena: the first anthology publication of Nazrul’s poems. “Bidrohi” is a popular revolutionary Bengali poem and the most famous poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam (written during the month of December 1921).
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