Bodies are Flying in Smoke
Niloy Rafiq
There’s a fire hood in the heart of the sacred root
Today the fragrant garden is shrouded in blood
Weeping ceaselessly in prayer with folded hands
The bodies of my relatives are flying in smoke.
The barbaric leader is a cruel gobbler
Hateful dirt is woven into the veins of his words
Nice people of the world are spitting on his face
Where will he escape from the court of nature?
The peace bomb of Palestine is the light of humanity
A unity of rebellion lies in the hearts broken by separations
The madness of the waves is the scent of inspiration
The homeland– the life of a free bird– is on the path to victory.
Translator :Jyotirmoy Nandy
