Dashdorjiin Natsagdorj was a Mongolian revolutionary poet who lived from 17 November 1906 to 13 June 1937. He was one of the luminaries in the country that most of the lisps of herdsmen could sing his poem. Dashdorjiin founded modern literature of Mongolia.
Most of his collection was published from 1935 to 1961. The young man had a short life—only 30 years—but he was able to write poetry that was full of rhythmic emotions, including those that were patriotic, educational, revolutionary, and romantic.
Dashdorjiin Natsagdorj | Image credit to wikipedia
One of his poem, My Native Land, grabbed the attention of the country lover. The poet could easily and instantly evoke the feelings of a patriot in any country lover. The poem also takes readers through some history of Mongolia, and he invaded its beauty in his words.
Poem: “My Native Land” by Dashdorjiin Natsagdorj
The fertile virgin-lands between Altai and Khangai Lands of our eternal destiny where ancestors lie Land grown mellow under the golden rays of the sun Land grown eternal under the silver moon.
This is my native land Mongolia the beautiful! Homeland of our ancestors since the day of the Hsiung-nu Land of great might in the days of the Blue Mongols
Land we become more accustomed to every passing year Land where now the crimson flags flutter This is my native land Mongolia the beautiful!
Beloved country of us all who were born and die here The enemy who dares invade our soil shall perish Let us build our democratic (revolutionary) state on the land ordained Then let march head high toward the brave future new world. This is my native land Mongolia the beautiful.
Vajpayee is considered among one of the true patriots of India.
Atal Bihari Vajpayee (b. 25 Dec 1924 - d. 6 Aug 2018) was a real statesman who had brought many changes including domestic and infrastructural reforms encouraged on research and development. Apart from his successful political career, he was a great poet and writer. His political party symbol was Lotus (Bhartiy Janata Party) one of the best bodies ever made in India. A great speaker whose words and speeches were wonderful all the times and could result into some miracles.
Atal Bihari
Atal served as a 10th prime minister of India (one of the most loved person of BJP). Vajpayee’s spoken words were always been motivational and behind his clear-cut conversation with his audience and were always perceived very well. He was a leader who had used his poetic power to convey the real message to the locals and triggers the interest. Atal had always been supportive of public side and its betterment. The passion for patriotism could be easily seen in his poems and were considered one of the best political leaders of 19s. The spark first triggered in his life in the year 1939 when he joined Rashtria Swayamsewak Sangh (RSS) as a Swayamsewak from the inspiration of Babasaheb Apte.
Vajpayee with George W. Bush
He then quickly grabbed the attention of other politicians, ladder up and drifting toward the success inches by inches. In Loksabha (lower house), his oratorical skills impressed former prime minister, Jawaharlal Nehru. Concurrently, Nehru predicted that Vajpayee would take no longer to become prime minister of India. For his political career (he wanted to see his country at different level) he remained unmarried while serving the nation.
Nicola, Morarji D, Atal Bihari Vajpayee
His poem, (हार नहीं मानूँगा, रार नहीं ठानूँगा, काल के कपाल पर लिखता मिटाता हूँ। गीत नया गाता हूँ। ) is one of the best poems he ever written.
टूटे हुए तारों से फूटे बासंती स्वर , पत्थर की छाती में उग आया नव अंकुर, झरे सब पीले पात, कोयल की कूक रात,
प्राची में अरुणिमा की रेख देख पाता हूं। गीत नया गाता हूँ। टूटे हुए सपनों की सुने कौन सिसकी? अंतर को चीर व्यथा पलकों पर ठिठकी। हार नहीं मानूँगा, रार नहीं ठानूँगा, काल के कपाल पर लिखता मिटाता हूँ। गीत नया गाता हूँ।
बेनकाब चेहरे हैं, दाग बड़े गहरे है, टूटता तिलस्म , आज सच से भय खाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ।
लगी कुछ ऐसी नज़र, बिखरा शीशे सा शहर, अपनों के मेले में मीत नहीं पाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ।
पीठ में छुरी सा चाँद, राहु गया रेख फाँद, मुक्ति के क्षणों में बार बार बंध जाता हूँ। गीत नहीं गाता हूँ।
One of the conversations of Atal Vajpayee in the parliament house, brings down the real concern of the country to a common man of India.
“In 50 years we have made progress no one can deny. It is seeing a vote while criticizing governments policies is not tough ammunition. Everywhere I have said I am not one of those people who will not give credit to achievements of 50 years.”
Situation of India
“Doing this would be injustice to the farmer, labours, and even the common man will not find that as good behaviour. The question arises in my mind today. We are celebrating 50 years of independence but what is about the country today? Why did we lag in the race for development? Other countries who gained independence around our time have gone ahead of us.”
“Some countries born after us have also left us behind. We are considered among the world’s poorest countries. More than 20 percent of the people are below the poverty line. Most of the villages' president address does not have access to drinking water. We have not been able to make primary education mandatory.”
Who's Pockets getting Jam?
“Girls education is being neglected. Birth of a girl is a curse in this country. We have a place in our society where we can act, create awareness in the society and call up the public? We cannot change our country’s map. There is no shortage of resources in the country… even if there is they can be utilized properly. We can outlay for resources.”
“The money being collected as tax from the public cannot deliver benefits to the public… does not reach to the common man. Where does it go? Whose pocket getting jam? Why are people still depositing money in foreign banks? What steps were taken to stop this nonsense? We are approaching for foreign investments.”
Rajeev Gandhi said, Rupee Rubs.
“If foreign capital comes for better technology, for infrastructure to increase import-export then there will be no objection. I believe that our communist friends will not even object. But are we optimizing the use of resources in the country? Is it not true that corruption has become a nation decease? I remember late Rajeev Gandhi had said in a speech that I send one rupee from Delhi but only 19 pennies reaches.”
“The people I asked him how this miracle happens, so he laughed and stated saying that when the rupee runs, it rubs. And thus it gets smaller. It is difficult to identify a rupee. The government expenditure has increased we need unity to reduce it. All the parties must support as it is not a job of one person.”
The Rebel poem written by Kazi Nazrul Islam (b. 25 May 1899-aug 29, 1976) had multirhythmic patriotic Bangladeshi nerves that transformed him into the most poetic soul ever. He has written almost 400 songs.
People are so moved by the Rebel poem that the author was given the moniker "Rebel Poet"
The Rebel poem was so moved that the poet was given the title "Rebel Poet" (Bidrohi Kobi) for his love. Also, it transformed him from a British soldier to a poet. Therefore, he went to jail many times when he joined the Indian independence movement. The most remarkable poem he had written is The Rebel (available on Amazon).
It includes the greatness of his rebellious thoughts, which trigger the minds of readers and inspire revolutionary thoughts. Reading the Rebel poem, a piece of Nobel work brings much strength, and one could emerge with the qualities of an unbeatable leader.
The Rebel poem Kazi Nazrul Islam
The poets Kazi Islam and Patric Pearse used emotional and rebellious words in this poem (like hurricane, tears, sun, galaxy, planets, universe, etc.). However, Kazi Nazrul Islam had served as a Muezzin (a man who calls Muslims to prayer from the minaret of a mosque).
Thus, Patrick Pearse, also known as Patrick Henry Pearse, was an Irish educator, barrister, poet, writer, nationalist, republican political activist, and revolutionary. Who was one of the leaders of the Easter Rising in 1916 (… Wikipedia) seems like both have worked hard to produce the poem. The pickings of the most critic words were the first-ever work of labour by duo stands at its in prime.
The poem rebel is such a long, and thus it gradually evoke patriotic feelings.
The Rebel Poem by Kazi Islam
Say, Valiant,
Say: High is my head!
Looking at my head
Is cast down the great Himalayan peak!
Say, Valiant,
Say: Ripping apart the wide sky of the universe,
Leaving behind the moon, the sun, the planets
and the stars
Piercing the earth and the heavens,
Pushing through Almighty's sacred seat
Have I risen,
I, the perennial wonder of mother-earth!
The angry God shines on my forehead
Like some royal victory's gorgeous emblem.
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am irresponsible, cruel and arrogant,
I the king of the great upheaval,
I am cyclone, I am destruction,
I am the great fear, the curse of the universe.
I have no mercy,
I grind all to pieces.
I am disorderly and lawless,
I trample under my feet all rules and discipline!
I am Durjati, I am the sudden tempest of ultimate summer,
I am the rebel, the rebel-son of mother-earth!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am the hurricane, I am the cyclone
I destroy all that I found in the path!
I am the dance-intoxicated rhythm,
I dance at my own pleasure,
I am the unfettered joy of life!
I am Hambeer, I am Chhayanata, I am Hindole,
I am ever restless,
I caper and dance as I move!
I do whatever appeals to me, whenever I like,
I embrace the enemy and wrestle with death,
I am mad. I am the tornado!
I am pestilence, the great fear,
I am the death of all reigns of terror,
I am full of a warm restlessness forever!
Say, Valiant,
Ever high is my head!
I am creation, I am destruction,
I am habitation, I am the grave-yard,
I am the end, the end of the night!
I am the son of Indrani
With the moon in my head
And the sun on my temple
In one hand of mine is the tender flute
While in the other I hold the war bugle!
I am the Bedouin, I am the Chengis,
I salute none but me!
I am thunder,
I am Brahma's sound in the sky and on the earth,
I am the mighty roar of Israfil's bugle,
I am the great trident of Pinakpani,
I am the staff of the king of truth,
I am the Chakra and the great Shanka,
I am the mighty primordial shout!
I am Bishyamitra's pupil, Durbasha the furious,
I am the fury of the wildfire,
I burn to ashes this universe!
I am the gay laughter of the generous heart,
I am the enemy of creation, the mighty terror!
I am the eclipse of the twelve suns,
I herald the final destruction!
Sometimes I am quiet and serene,
I am in a frenzy at other times,
I am the new youth of dawn,
I crush under my feet the vain glory of the Almighty!
I am the fury of a typhoon,
I am the tumultuous roar of the ocean,
I am ever effluent and bright,
I trippingly flow like the gaily warbling brook.
I am the maiden's dark glassy hair,
I am the spark of fire in her blazing eyes.
I am the tender love that lies
In the sixteen-year old's heart,
I am happy beyond measure!
I am the pining soul of the lovesick,
I am the bitter tears in the widow's heart,
I am the piteous sighs of the unlucky!
I am the pain and sorrow of all homeless sufferers,
I am the anguish of the insulted heart,
I am the burning pain and the madness of the jilted lover!
I am the unutterable grief,
I am the trembling first touch of the virgin,
I am the throbbing tenderness of her first stolen kiss.
I am the fleeting glance of the veiled beloved,
I am her constant surreptitious gaze.
I am the gay gripping young girl's love,
I am the jingling music of her bangles!
I am the eternal-child, the adolescent of all times,
I am the shy village maiden frightened by her own budding youth.
I am the soothing breeze of the south,
I am the pensive gale of the east.
I am the deep solemn song sung by the wandering bard,
I am the soft music played on his lyre!
I am the harsh unquenched mid-day thirst,
I am the fierce, blazing sun,
I am the softly thrilling desert spring,
I am the cool shadowy greenery!
Maddened with an intense joy, I rush onward,
I am insane! I am insane!
Suddenly, I have come to know myself,
All the false barriers have crumbled today!
I am rising, I am the fall,
I am consciousness in the unconscious soul,
I am the flag of triumph at the gate of the world,
I am the glorious sign of man's victory,
Clapping my hands in exultation, I rush like the hurricane,
Traversing the earth and the sky.
The mighty Borrak is the horse I ride.
It neighs impatiently, drunk with delight!
I am the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
I am the wildfire of the woods,
I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath!
I ride on the wings of the lightning with joy and profound,
I scatter misery and fear all around,
I bring earth-quakes on this world!
I am Orpheus's flute,
I bring sleep to the fevered world,
I make the heaving hells temple in fear and die.
I carry the message of revolt to the earth and the sky!
I am the mighty flood,
Sometimes I make the earth rich and fertile,
At another times, I cause colossal damage.
I snatch from Bishnu's bosom the two girls!
I am injustice, I am the shooting star,
I am Saturn, I am the fire of the comet,
I am the poisonous asp!
I am Chandi the headless, I am a ruinous Warlord,
Sitting in the burning pit of Hell
I smile as the innocent flower!
I am the cruel axe of Parsurama,
I shall kill warriors
And bring peace and harmony in the universe!
I am the plough on the shoulders of Balarama,
I shall uproot this miserable earth effortlessly and with ease,
And create a new universe of joy and peace.
Weary of struggles, I, the great rebel,
Shall rest in quiet only when I find
The sky and the air free of the piteous groans of the oppressed.
Only when the battlefields are cleared of jingling bloody sabers
Shall I, weary of struggles, rest in quiet,
I, the great rebel.
I am the rebel eternal,
I raise my head beyond this world,
High, ever erect and alone! […]
[The poetry has been translated by the great essayist Kabir Chowdhury]
