U may write me down in history with your bitter,twisted lies.
U may trod me in the very dirt but still like dust, I'll rise.
Just like moons and like suns, with certainty of tides.
Just like hopes springing high, still I'll rise.
U may shoot me with your words,
U may cut me with your eyes,
U may kill me with your hatefulness
But still like air I'll rise.
Out of the huts of history's shame I rise.
Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise.
Leaving behind nights of terror n fear I rise.
Into a daybreak that wonderously clear I rise
Tomarey amar cheye boro boley niyechhinu goni.
Tomar aghat-shathey nemey eley tumi.
jetha mor aponar bhoomi.
chhoto hoye gechho
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