Poverty by Kazi Nazrul Islam

Translation: Kabir Chowdhury O poverty, thou hast made me great.Thou hast made me honoured like ChristWith his crown of thorns. Thou hast given meCourage to reveal all. To thee I oweMy insolent, naked eyes and sharp tongue.Thy curse has turned my violin to a sword.O proud saint, thy terrible fireHas rendered my heaven barren.It hasContinue reading “Poverty by Kazi Nazrul Islam”