February 1971

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhRa8BSdIlGujXzW_1Nn5eeM7XVkqLbsjdz5iKvSJQ0-keOpUw6E85oY3FTLrqHwk32jBDpgi0cORL8XIg8oFbMZ9tRklSLzoiAAnPZqVAell02P04bIxWq_0-oIHnYeLouO11ADbr_g/s1600/en.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhRa8BSdIlGujXzW_1Nn5eeM7XVkqLbsjdz5iKvSJQ0-keOpUw6E85oY3FTLrqHwk32jBDpgi0cORL8XIg8oFbMZ9tRklSLzoiAAnPZqVAell02P04bIxWq_0-oIHnYeLouO11ADbr_g/s640/en.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr> </tbody></table> <b>February 1:</b><br /> <ul style="text-align: justify;"> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0201_71_telegram.htm">Possibility of East /West Pakistan split</a> -Yahya. <a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0201_USambassadors_cable_sisco.pdf">US ambassadors view on this</a> (pdf).<b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 2:</b><br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0202_71_telegram_amembassy_islamabad.htm">Pres. Yahya’s views on Mujibur, Bhutto, and Pakistani politics</a> <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 4:</b><br /> <ul> <li>Indian airliner Ganga, which was hijacked on January 30 by alleged Kashmiri freedom fighters to Lahore, was destroyed by the hijackers. They had released the passengers before detonation. India banned all Pakistani aircraft from flying over its territory in retaliation to the incident. It is feared that this move will lead to severe communications problems between the two wings of Pakistan. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 9:</b> <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0209_71_awami_league_determined.htm">Mujib regrets delay in convening National Assembly session</a> <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 10:</b> <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.icdc.com/~paulwolf/pakistan/mcgaffey5feb1971.htm">Pakistan: In search of a consensus</a> -Research study – Bureau of Intelligence and research, USA. <a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/1210_70_telegram_amconsul_dacca.htm">Telegram to Department of State on Sheikh Mujibur Rahman</a> <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 11:</b><br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.icdc.com/~paulwolf/pakistan/congenblood11feb1971.jpg" target="_blank">US Dept of States commends Consul General Blood for skillful handling of Awami League leader Alamgir’s approach for US support for independent East Pakistan</a>. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 13:</b><br /> <ul> <li>National meets on March 3, Dacca is venue – President’s order <a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0217_71_telegram_amembassy_islamabad.htm">Bhutto met with the American Ambassador</a>:</li> </ul> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> “Bhutto indicated quite clearly that he wanted to “turn over a new leaf’ in his relatiom with the US and pointed out that, as a concrete gesture of good will on his part. He said he was wondering what would be the attitude of the US if the PPP could not agree on a “Modus Vivendi” with the Awami League on the constitution. I wanted him to know that the policy of the US has been and continues to be that of supporting the independence, unity and integrity of Paksitan.”</blockquote> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 14:</b> <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0214_71_constitution_to_be_based_on.htm">A report on the East Pakistan Awami League Working Committee Meeting</a>. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 15:</b> <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0215_71_sheikh_mujib_cautions.htm">Sheikh Mujib cautions against conspiracy – Transfer of power early</a> Bhutto refuses to accept Mujib’s leadership in the Central Assembly.  </li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0215_71_bhutto_declaration.htm">The chaos which defined Pakistani politics effectively began on February 15, 1971, the day Z A Bhutto, leader of the Pakistan People’s Party and putative leaderof the opposition in the National Assembly on the strength of the 88 seats his party had come by at the elections, publicly declined to attend the parliament session called by President Yahya Khan for March 3 in Dhaka.</a>. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 16:</b><br /> <ul> <li>Bhutto, whose Pakistan People’s Party controls more than half of the Assembly seats from West Pakistan, has asserted that he is the spokesman for the West. <a href="http://www.icdc.com/~paulwolf/pakistan/mcgaffey16feb1971.htm">Bhutto says no to constitution making</a>. Sheikh Mujib bitterly criticised the demand of Bhutto and said:</li> </ul> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> “The demand of Bhutto sahib is totally illogical. Power has to be handed over to the only majority party, the Awami League. The people of East Bengal are now the masters of power.” </blockquote> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 19:</b>  <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0224_71_telegram.htm" target="_blank">Awami League Apprehensions:</a> </li> </ul> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> Alamgir said Mujib had on February 19 asked him to check out reports that Pak army was making significant troop dispositions. He hadreported back to Mujib that he found no such evidence. Placement of anti-aircraft guns around airport and other nearby locations is viewed by Awami League as primarily psychological move to indicate to people that air of tension with India exists.</blockquote> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 21:</b><br /> <ul> <li>Mujib called a meeting of all the political leaders of Pakistan to discuss the 6-point demand before it would be placed at the National Assembly session. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 22:</b><br /> <ul> <li>The generals in West Pakistan took a decision to crush the Awami League and its supporters. “Kill three million of them,” said President Yahya Khan at the February conference, “and the rest will eat out of our hands.” (Robert Payne, Massacre [1972], p. 50.) <a href="http://www.icdc.com/~paulwolf/pakistan/pakpoliticalseparation22feb1971.htm">Pakistan: Implications of political separation</a> <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 24:</b><br /> <ul> <li>Mujib announced that there was a conspiracy to undermine the election results. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 25:</b> <br /> <ul> <li><a href="http://www.profile-of-bengal.com/p-b/www.profile-bengal.com/0225_71_telegram_amembassy_islamabad.htm">US Ambassador’s discussion with Yahya on political situation- he is worried about the impasse of Bhutto-Mujib talks.</a> <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 26:</b><br /> <ul> <li>Yahiya holds a secret meeting with Bhutto, leader of the Pakistan People’s Party. <b> </b></li> </ul> </div> <div style="text-align: left;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>February 28:</b> </div> <ul style="text-align: justify;"> <li>Bhutto announced that the National Assembly session should be postponed. He said that the people of West Pakistan vetoed the 6-point. Zulfikar Ali Bhutto said: </li> </ul> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <blockquote class="tr_bq"> “We cannot go there only to endorse a constitution already prepared by a party, and return humiliated… We have a duty to those millions who elected us.” He proposes that the PPP should control West Pakistan while the Awami League could rule over East Pakistan. He has also warned his newly elected delegates to the National Assembly that he will break the legs of any party member who dares to attend the March 3 session. </blockquote> </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Source: Bangladesh Genocide Archive<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DGs1KkMEOrM9jQXrw44TGf7ieUFGx9aIft1SoW68mDE1WkACu6ZOdk_bfYqMSYJlrKYDbAkQAOXXfshGkepECD_A65fjHRwO8nxYjkF1hZv6GYwPuiSRuCXQiep8kH6-UO-Ht0ODzVk/s1600/team-socialicons.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DGs1KkMEOrM9jQXrw44TGf7ieUFGx9aIft1SoW68mDE1WkACu6ZOdk_bfYqMSYJlrKYDbAkQAOXXfshGkepECD_A65fjHRwO8nxYjkF1hZv6GYwPuiSRuCXQiep8kH6-UO-Ht0ODzVk/s320/team-socialicons.png" width="320" /></a></div> </div> </div> </div>

February 1971

February 1: Possibility of East /West Pakistan split -Yahya. US ambassadors view on this (pdf). February 2: Pres. Yahya’s v...

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I Have Not Come to Shed Tears Where They Laid Down Their Livesrs - Mahbub ul Alam Chowdhury

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRxYlkge48vm7el6WBHURmyZRzwuKJvnIMiOWdOqyLLu2ya9Fk5j96-zETORHVab2oL3jPr4dQF4vMCm6wbsi5SfRwxh37GUa301gZVb5plrq6AIZKOSMu2YcqEhfe8FFtg2yZEXIvIc/s1600/pol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRxYlkge48vm7el6WBHURmyZRzwuKJvnIMiOWdOqyLLu2ya9Fk5j96-zETORHVab2oL3jPr4dQF4vMCm6wbsi5SfRwxh37GUa301gZVb5plrq6AIZKOSMu2YcqEhfe8FFtg2yZEXIvIc/s640/pol.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Poet Mahbub ul Alam Chowdhury has been reputed as the Ekusher Prothom Kabi for writing the first poem, “Kandte Ashinee Fasheer Dabee Niye Achechi” on the Language Movement in 1952. In recognition he was awarded the national ‘Ekushe Padak’ (Posthumous) in 2009. Though basically a poet he wrote a considerable number of articles, dramas; and contributed numerous columns in the daily newspapers. His publications includes 22 books of poetry, essay, drama, column and memoirs.<br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> He participated, since his early life in most of the political and cultural movements until the liberation war and continued his struggle for peoples freedom throughout his life. <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> 1952, he wrote the poem “Kadte Ashini, Phasir Dabi Niye Eshechi” in remembrance of the language martyrs of 21 February in Dhaka. This has been reputed as the first poem on the Language Movement. The government confiscated the booklet and issued a warrant against him.</div> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"> I have not come, where they laid down their lives </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> under the upward looking Krishnachura trees, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to shed tears. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I have not come, where endless patches of blood </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> glow like so many fiery flowers, to weep. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Today I an not overwhelmed by grief, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Today I am not maddened with anger, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Today I am only unflinching </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in my determination. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The child who will never more get a chance </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to rush into his father’s arms, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the housewife who, shielding the lamp </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> with her sari, will never more wait </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> by the door for her husband, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the mother who will never more draw </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to her breast with boundless joy </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> her returning son, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the young man who, before collapsing </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> on the earth, tried again and again </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to conjure before his eyes the vision </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> of his beloved, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in their name, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the name of those brothers and sisters, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the name of my language, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> nourished by the heritage of a thousand years, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the name of the language in which </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I am accustomed to addressing my mother, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the name of my native land, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I say, I have come today, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> here on the open grounds of the university, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to demand their death by hanging, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the death of those who killed </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> my brothers and sisters indiscriminately. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I have not come here to weep for them </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> who gave their lives under Ramna’s </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> sun-scorched krishnachura treses </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for their language, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Those forty or more who laid down their lives </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for Bangla, their mother tongue, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for the dignity of a country’s great culture, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for the literary heritage of Alaol, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Rabindranath, Kaikobad and Nazrul, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for keeping alive the bhatiali, baul, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> kirtan and the ghazal, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> those who laid down their lives </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for Nazrul’s unforgettable lines: </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> “The soil of my native land </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> is purer than the purest gold.” </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Forty blooming lives fell </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> like innumerable Krishnachura petals </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> on Ramna’s soil. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> In the husks of the seeds </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> sprouting therefrom I can see </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> endless drops of blood, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the blood of young Rameswar and Abdus Salam, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the blood of the most brilliant boys of the university. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I can see each drop of blood </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> shining on Ramna’s green grass like burning flames, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> each boy a piece of diamond, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> forty jewels of the university, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> who, had they lived, would have become </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the most precious wealth of the country, in whom </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Lincoln, Rolland, Aragon and Einstein had found refuge, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in whom had flourished some of the </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> most progressive ideals of this century’s civilization. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> We have not come here to shed tears </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> where forty jewels sacrificed their lives. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> We have not come, either, to plead </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> for our language to the killers </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> who had arrived with their rifles loaded, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> with orders to shoot our brothers and sisters. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> We have come to demand the hanging </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> of the tyrants and the murderers. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> We know that our brothers and sisters were killed, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> that they were mercilessly shot, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> that one of them was perhaps called ‘Osman’ </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> just like you, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> that perhaps one of them had a clerk for his father </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> just like you, or that one’s father was growing </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> golden crops in some remote village of East Bengal, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> or was a government functionary. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Today those boys could be living just like you or me. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Perhaps one of them had his wedding day fixed </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> just like me. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Perhaps one of them had left on his table, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> just like you, his mother’s letter </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> received a moment ago, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> hoping to read it when he got back </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> from the procession he went out to join. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Those boys had harboured concrete dreams </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in their breasts, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> and they were killed by the bullets </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> of the cruel tyrants. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> In the name of those who wanted </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to banish our mother tongue be hanged. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I demand that those who ordered </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the killing be hanged. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I demand that the traitors </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> who climbed to the seats of power </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> over the dead bodies of my brothers and </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> sisters be hanged. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> I want to see them tried and shot </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> as convicted criminals </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> on that very spot in this open field. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Those first martyrs of the country, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> those forty brilliant boys of the university, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> each of them had dreams of building </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> a quiet home in the bosom of this earth </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> with his wife, children and parents. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> They dreamed of analysing </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the scientific theories of Einstein with greater depth, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> they dreamed of finding ways </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> to put atomic power to man’s service </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the cause of peace. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> They dreamed of writing a poem </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> more beautiful than Tagore’s “The Flute Players”. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> O, my martyred brothers, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the spot where you laid down your lives </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will continue to glow </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> even after a thousand years. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> No footprints of civilization can wipe out </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the marks of your blood from that soil, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> although procession after procession </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will one day converge here </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> and shatter its vague silence. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The tolling of the university bells </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will daily announce the historic hour of your deaths, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> even if one day a violent storm </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> erupts and shakes the building’s very foundation. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Whatever comes to pass </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the brightness of your names as hallowed martyrs </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will never grow dim. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The cruel hands of the murderers </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> can never throttle your long cherished hopes. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Some day we shall surely win </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> and hail the advent of justice and fair play. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> O, my dead brothers, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> on that day, your voices, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> the strong voice of freedom, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will soar from the depths of silence. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The people of my country, on that day, </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> will surely hang from the gallows </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> those tyrants and murderers. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> On that day, your hopes will shine like flames </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> in the joy of victory and sweet vengeance. </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Translated by Prof. Kabir Chowdhury. </div> </div>

I Have Not Come to Shed Tears Where They Laid Down Their Livesrs - Mahbub ul Alam Chowdhury

  Poet Mahbub ul Alam Chowdhury has been reputed as the Ekusher Prothom Kabi for writing the first poem, “Kandte Ashinee Fasheer Dabee...

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My Brothers Blood Spattered 21 February

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody> <tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElJycoQlzcq9Gxhao5Ubofy2J1xdMRQcVihbGmfbhc-FgG-iQTMRNf88teQbw9LAZvpccOM-BvPCIArHV5XvOsrKs4vzS4hU1ig3mWblph8ZPeMrb-tpVZmChwBFsc6uQvFRmwIhlSTs/s1600/sof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElJycoQlzcq9Gxhao5Ubofy2J1xdMRQcVihbGmfbhc-FgG-iQTMRNf88teQbw9LAZvpccOM-BvPCIArHV5XvOsrKs4vzS4hU1ig3mWblph8ZPeMrb-tpVZmChwBFsc6uQvFRmwIhlSTs/s640/sof.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr> <tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr> </tbody></table> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Amar Bhaier Rokte Rangano (My Brothers' Blood Spattered) is a Bengali song written by Abdul Gaffar Choudhury to mark the Bengali Language Movement in 1950s East Pakistan. It was first published anonymously in the last page of a newspaper with the headline Ekusher Gaan (the 21st's song), but was later published in Ekushey's February edition. </div> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> The song was initially written as a poem at the bedside of an injured language movement activist who was shot by the Pakistani military police. The cultural secretary of the Jubo League gave the poem to Abdul Latif to put to a tune, which Latif Atikul Islam first sang. The students of Dhaka College also sung the song when they attempted to build a Shaheed Minar on their college premises, getting them expelled from the college. Altaf Mahmud, a renowned composer and a martyr of the Bangladesh Liberation War, recomposed the song using Abdul Latif's version, which is now a quasi-official tune. </div> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> The song is often recognized as the most influential song of the language movement, reminding numerous Bangladeshis about the conflicts of 1952. Every 21 February sees people from all parts of the Bangladesh heading to the Shaheed Minar in the probhat feri, a barefoot march to the monument, paying homage to those killed in the language movement demonstrations by singing this song. It is regarded by the listeners of BBC Bengali Service as the third best song in Bengali. The English translation below was rendered by Kabir Chowdhury.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;">  </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> My Brothers Blood Spattered 21 February<br /> <br /> Can I forget the twenty-first of February<br /> incarnadined by the love of my brother?<br /> The twenty-first of February, built by the tears<br /> of a hundred mothers robbed of their sons,<br /> Can I ever forget it?<br /> Wake up all serpents,<br /> wake up all summer thunder-storms,<br /> let the whole world rise up<br /> in anger and protest against the massacre of innocent children.<br /> They tried to crush the demand of the people<br /> by murdering the golden sons of the land.<br /> Can they get away with it<br /> at this hour when the times are poised<br /> for a radical change?<br /> No, no, no, no,<br /> In the history reddened by blood<br /> the final verdict has been given already<br /> by the twenty-first of February.<br /> It was a smooth and pleasant night,<br /> with the winter gone nearly<br /> and the moon smiling in the blue sky<br /> and lovely fragrant flowers blossoming on the roadside,<br /> and all of a sudden rose a storm,<br /> fierce like a wild horde of savage beasts.<br /> Even in the darkness we know who those beasts were.<br /> On them we shower the bitterest hatred<br /> of all mothers brothers and sisters.<br /> They fired at the soul of this land,<br /> They tried to silence the demand of the people,<br /> They kicked at the bosom of Bengal.<br /> They did not belong to this country.<br /> They wanted to sell away her good fortune.<br /> They robbed the people of food, clothing and peace.<br /> On them we shower our bitterest hatred.<br /> Wake up today, the twenty-first of February.<br /> do wake you, please.<br /> Our heroic boys and girls still languish in the prisons of the tyrant.<br /> The souls of my martyred brothers still cry.<br /> But today everywhere the somnolent strength<br /> of the people have begun to stir<br /> and we shall set February ablaze<br /> by the flame of our fierce anger.<br /> How can I ever forget the twenty-first of February?</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"> Watch Here:</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <iframe width="320" height="266" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/TUsBWaqplTI/0.jpg" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/TUsBWaqplTI?feature=player_embedded" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div> <div style="text-align: left;">  </div> </div>

My Brothers Blood Spattered 21 February

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