The Light Over the Gunfire

Mashuk Ibne Anish (When our freedom fighters were given their chest before the gun in 1971) When the hyenas attacked my soul, my motherland, Even then the moon rose over the sky of our village, I keep the moon in my eyes. A flower of hope blooms in the morning, It has no fragrance; But, there was a burning smell of gunpowder. I urge; Give us back the moonlight, and let it effulgent again through our soul. Give us back the footsteps of our children, And our old joy! Translated from Bangla by poet Faruk Ahmed Roni