Resurrection
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Wake up
You captives of hunger, arise.
You harassed, down-trodden masses,
Spell thunder at the oppressors -
The stirred voices of the sufferers cry.
A new world reborn is soon to dawn.
These fetters of ancient scriptures
Wrought this utter ruin;
Come, let us break in,
Shattering the devil's dungeon.
Wake up,
Ye, hapless masses, arise,
So that no 'one beneath
The feet of others lies.
On a new foundation
A young world shall dawn.
Listen, you tyrant!
Listen, you rich!
Though destitute,
Through the war,
Our rights
We shall recover
With the unity of sufferers
All the world over.
[Translation: Syed Mujibul Huq]
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