Complaint

Thy forlorn child covered with the dust of this Earth doth cry for redress,.. Give him a reply, Lord, the Original Father! With the sad light of my eyes I wander about Thy Creation., The little I see fills me with wonder and my whole heart becomes full to the brim So Good art Thou? So much dost Thou love? So Sublime art Thou? God, O god? How beautiful is Thy Creation How noble is it, Father'? Yet sitting at the head of the Creation dost Thou weep like an anxious Mother! It seems as if Thou hast no rest, no happiness! Now destroying and creating, now creating and destroying and anxious ever, ever and ever - Thou hast covered the sky with a canopy of diamond - lest our eyes should be troubled by the heat of the sun The breeze doth blow to cool our body tormented by the sun, Lord, 0 Lord! The sun, moon and stars, at Dawn and Dusk, proclaim Thy Ordinance ~ 'This Day and Night, Sky and Air are meant for no particular individuals the wealth of this world - Fragrant flowers, sweet ambrosial fruits, balmy earth, necter-like water, Birds' Songs, - Each and all of them is and are the common heritage of all mankind, and this is Divine 'Firman'- God, O God! It was Thy Divine Will to create Men with white or yellow or black complexion, We are black and Thou knowest well that it is no disgrace Thou hast not said that in the white Island alone, the sun and moon will shine and the white nation dominate all the rest; it is indeed not Thy Decree! Thy own Children today transgress Thy Commandments! Lord, O lord! Thy gift of dust and earth went to Earth, Thy Youngest daughter With that she hoids a cup of milk to her children. Spreading the wings like a Peacock Her joy doth go round - Her children are not happy, they are greedy, they are Satanic! Actuated by animosity they cut one another, they plant barriers everyday. God, O God! Ousting Thee from Thy Seat there doth sit the greedy, His avarice hath converted the fruitful luxuriant Earth into a barren, dreary desert. Seated on a throne of Sand, the King of a day pursues a relentless, repressive policy, which doth but make his own throne give way and prepare a grave yard! By snatching away food from the mouth of a brother, he becomes a hero. O Lord, O Lord! They call him 'Mohajan' who sucks like the leech the blood of people, They are not landholders who look after the lands like their children, Those who set not their foot on earth become the owners of earth - the more one is a hypocrite, the more a cheat, the greater is one's influence! Every day the butcher makes a new knife and parades his scientific intention. God, a God! The greatness of a nation is measured by the extent of its resources for unlawful war, Seven great warriors killed a boy and the shameless heroes brag of it! O Shame! Thy divine disc is today overpowered by the silver-wheel of a commercial class! O Thou Most Glorious! Why dost Thou put up with such wrong! The suffering humanity can bear no more, this injustice shall not be tolerated' Lord, a Lord! Hark, the war-cry on all sides! There's no fear! From the mouth of the dying comet the cry 'Kill, Kill! ' Whatever blood was there has been sucked; let the bloodless body now fight with bones - The bones that a hundred centuries Could not smash now sing aloud 'Three cheers for suffering humanity, Hip, Hip, Hurrah! ! ! Three cheers for New order, Hip, Hip, Hurrah! ! ! Victory to Thee, a Lord! This gift of Thine, this multitudinous Earth we all will enjoy, There's a flesh and blood relation between this Earth and the day of Creation' With fresh flowers and fruits in both hands the Earth goes round every house, Who is such a robber as will steal the paddy of my granary? In the food of my hunger I feel the fragrance of my life - After all, O God! Who are they that fly airplanes and hurl bombs from the sky from which descents Thy gift in the shape of light and rain? Who do now convert the serene sky and air into a wilderness of terror? Whose cannons like sentinels surround and guard Thy limitless space? Will truth not be free of the demon? Is there no remedy? God, O God! Whose fetters corrode the God-gifted hands'? Whose tyrannical laws ban my freedom of movement? Subject to hunger and thirst, I own a life, I too am a man, I too am sublime! This tongue of mine is under my control, this straight neck, too! I have broken the fetters of my mind, I am hurt by the fetters of my hands now, After all, O God! The ever-humbled now raise their heads high into the sky, the-imprisoned shatter their chains to pieces and pull down the prison walls! After long, today they like the sky, air and light of Heaven, The captive now understand that liberty is sweeter than life. In spontaneous notes one voice rises in the liberated world - 'Victory to suffering humanity, Victory to the New campaign, Victory to the New order! ' [Translation: Abdul Hakim]