To these dull, wan and mute facesWords are to be fed- these tired, arid, crumpled breasts
Must resound with hope-I must call out to them,
"For a moment you stand united with heads raised high;
That which you dreaded, that injustice is even more timorous than you;
As you wake up, instantly it will fast flee your presence."
Ai sob muro mlan mukh mukhe
dite hobe bhasa, ai sob sranto susko bhogno buke
dhoniya tulite hobe asha; daakiya bolite hobe....
"muhurte tulia shir akotre darao dekhi sobe;
jar bhoye tumi bhito se annay viru toma cheye.
Jakhoni jaagibe tumi takhani se paalibe dheye."
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