Chol Chol Chol (March March March) is the national march song of Bangladesh, whose lyrics and tune were written by national poet Kazi Nazrul Islam in 1928. It was first published in the newspaper Shikha (Flame) with the title Notuner Gaan (The Song of Youth) and was later included in Nazrul's book Shondha (The Evening). The Bangladeshi government adopted this song as the national marching song of Bangladesh on 13 January 1972 in its first meeting after the country's independence. The first lines of the song are played at most military ceremonies or functions. The Daily Star has referred to it as the national military song.
On the first week of February in 1928, Nazrul came to Dhaka to attend the Muslim Literary Society's second annual conference. He wrote this song at Syed Abul Hossain's Dhaka house.
On the first week of February in 1928, Nazrul came to Dhaka to attend the Muslim Literary Society's second annual conference. He wrote this song at Syed Abul Hossain's Dhaka house.
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
By a drum beat to a heavenly height
From earth beneath and soil's blight
Youth rise in the dawn's light,
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Through dawn's door, a shattering blow
We will bring daybreak, scarlet in glow;
We will destroy the gloom of the night
And hindering mountain height,
The youngest of young, a song will sing;
From buried bones we raise the living;
We are the ones, new life will bring
With a new arm of might.
Soldier, take your stand,
A heartening ear now bend;
Doors that lead to death's portal,
A call to life extend!
Break all doors tight
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
By a drum beat to a heavenly height
From earth beneath and soil's blight
Youth rise in the dawn's light,
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Through dawn's door, a shattering blow
We will bring daybreak, scarlet in glow;
We will destroy the gloom of the night
And hindering mountain height,
The youngest of young, a song will sing;
From buried bones we raise the living;
We are the ones, new life will bring
With a new arm of might.
Soldier, take your stand,
A heartening ear now bend;
Doors that lead to death's portal,
A call to life extend!
Break all doors tight
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
Onward march, Onward march, Onward march
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