Detective Byomkesh Bakshi

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Poem:

The Rebel
(Bidrohi)
 
Original: Kazi Nazrul Islam
Translation: Sajed Kamal
Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim:  I raise my head high!
             Before me bows down the Himalayan peaks!

Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: rending through the sky,
                surpassing the moon, the sun,
                the planets, the stars,
                piercing through the earth,
                the heavens, the cosmos
                and the Almighty's throne,
                have I risen�I, the eternal wonder
                of the Creator of the universe.
                The furious Shiva shines on my forehead
                like a royal medallion of victory!

Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high!

                I'm ever indomitable, arrogant and cruel,
                I'm the Dance-king of the Day of the Doom,
                I'm the cyclone, the destruction!
                I'm the great terror, I'm the curse of the world.
                I'm unstoppable,
                I smash everything into pieces!
                I'm unruly and lawless.
                I crush under my feet
                all the bonds, rules and disciplines!
                I don't obey any laws.
                I sink cargo-laden boats�I'm the torpedo,
                I'm the dreadful floating mine.
                I'm the destructive Dhurjati,
                the sudden tempest of the summer.
                I'm the Rebel, the Rebel son
                of the Creator of the universe!

Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high!

                I'm the tempest, I'm the cyclone,
                I destroy everything I find in my path.
                I'm the dance-loving rhythm,
                I dance to my own beats.
                I'm the delight of a life of freedom.
                I'm Hambeer, Chhayanat, Hindol.
                I move like a flash of lightning
                with turns and twists.
                I swing, I leap and frolic!
                I do whatever my heart desires.
                I embrace my enemy and wrestle with death.
                I'm untamed, I'm the tempest!
                I'm pestilence, dread to the earth,
                I'm the terminator of all reigns of terror,
                I'm ever full of burning restlessness.

Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high!

                I'm ever uncontrollable, irrepressible.
                My cup of elixir is always full.
                I'm the sacrificial fire,
                I'm Yamadagni, the keeper 
                of the sacrificial fire.
                I'm the sacrifice, I'm the priest,
                I'm the fire itself.
                I'm creation, I'm destruction,
                I'm habitation, I'm the cremation ground.
                I'm the end, the end of night.
                I'm the son of Indrani,
                with the moon in my hand and the sun on my forehead. 
                In one hand I hold the bamboo flute,
                in the other, a trumpet of war.
                I'm Shiva's blued-hued throat
                from drinking poison from the ocean of pain.
                I'm Byomkesh, the Ganges flows freely 
                through my matted locks.

Proclaim, Hero,
proclaim: My head is ever held high! 

                I'm the ascetic, the minstrel,
                I'm the prince, my royal garb embarasses
                even the most ostentatious.
                I'm Bedouin, I'm Chenghis,
                I salute none but myself!
                I'm thunder, 
                I'm the OM sound of Ishan's horn.
                I'm the mighty call of Israfil's trumpet.
                I'm Pinakapani's hourglass drum, trident,
                the sceptre of the Lord of Justice.
                I'm the Chakra and the Great Conch,
                I'm the primordial sound of the Gong!
                I'm the furious Durbasa, the disciple 
                of Vishwamitra.
                I'm the fury of fire, to burn this earth to ashes.
                I'm the ecstatic laughter, terrifying the creation.
                I'm the eclipse of the twelve suns
                on the Day of the Doom.
                Sometimes calm, sometimes wild,
                I'm the youth of new blood�
                I humble even the fate's pride!
                I'm the violent gust of a wind storm,
                the roar of the ocean.
                I'm bright, effulgent.
                I'm the murmur of over-flowing water,
                Hindol dance of rolling waves! 

                I'm the unbridled hair of a maiden,
                the fire in her eyes.
                I'm the budding romance of a girl of sixteen�
                I'm the state of bliss!
                I'm the madness of the recluse,
                I'm the sigh of grief of a widow,
                I'm the anguish of the dejected,
                I'm the suffering of the homeless,
                I'm the pain of the humiliated,
                I'm the afflicted heart of the lovesick.
                I'm the trembling passion of the first kiss,
                the fleeting glance of the secret lover.
                I'm the love of a restless girl,
                the jingling music of her bangles!
                I'm the eternal child, the eternal adolescent,
                I'm the bashfulness of a village girl's budding youth.
                I'm the northern breeze, the southern breeze,
                the callous eastwind.
                I'm the minstrel's song,
                the music of his flute and lyre.
                I'm the unquenched summer thirst,
                the scorching rays of the sun.
                I'm the softly flowing desert spring
                and the green oasis! 

                In ecstatic joy, in madness,
                I've suddenly realized myself�
                all the barriers have crumbled away! 
                I'm the rise, I'm the fall,
                I'm the consciousness in the unconscious mind.
                I'm the flag of triumph at the gate 
                of the universe�
                the triumph of humanity!

                Like a tempest
                I traverse the heaven and earth
                riding Uchchaishraba and the mighty Borrak. 
                I'm the burning volcano in the bosom of the earth,
                the wildest commotion of the subterranean ocean of fire.            
                I ride on lightning
                and panic the world with earthquakes!
                I clasp the hood of the Snake-king
                and the fiery wing of the angel Gabriel.
                I'm the child-divine�restless and defiant.
                With my teeth I tear apart
                the skirt of Mother Earth! 

                I'm Orpheus' flute.
                I calm the restless ocean
                and bring lethean sleep to the fevered world
                with a kiss of my melody.
                I'm the flute in the hands of Shyam.
                When I fly into a rage and traverse the vast sky,
                the fires of Seven Hells and the hell of hells, Habia,
                tremble in fear and die.
                I'm the messenger of revolt
                across the earth and the sky.               

                I'm the mighty flood.
                Sometimes I bring blessings to the earth,
                at other times, cause colossal damage.
                I wrestle away the maidens two 
                from Vishnu's bosom!
                I'm injustice, I'm a meteor, I'm Saturn,
                I'm a blazing comet, a venomous cobra!
                I'm the headless Chandi,
                I'm the warlord Ranada.
                Sitting amidst the fire of hell
                I smile like an innocent flower!
                I'm made of clay, I'm the embodiment of the Soul.
                I'm imperishable, inexhaustible, immortal.
                I intimidate the humans, demons and gods.
                I'm ever-unconquerable.
                I'm the God of gods, the supreme humanity,
                traversing the heaven and earth!  

                I'm mad, I'm mad!
                I have realized myself,
                all the barriers have crumbled away!! 

                I'm Parashuram's merciless axe.
                I'll rid the world of all the war mongers*
                and bring peace.
                I'm the plough on Balaram's shoulders.
                I'll uproot this subjugated world
                in the joy of recreating it.
                Weary of battles, I, the Great Rebel,
                shall rest in peace only when 
                the anguished cry of the oppressed 
                shall no longer reverberate in the sky and the air,
                and the tyrant's bloody sword 
                will no longer rattle in battlefields.
                Only then shall I, the Rebel,
                rest in peace. 

                I'm the Rebel Bhrigu,
                I'll stamp my footprints on the chest of god 
                sleeping away indifferently, whimsically,
                while the creation is suffering.
                I'm the Rebel Bhrigu,
                I'll stamp my footprints�
                I'll tear apart the chest of the whimsical god!

                I'm the eternal Rebel,
                I have risen beyond this world, alone,
                with my head ever held high!                       

*Refers to the Kshatriyas; see Parashuram in Glo

Detective Byomkesh Bakshi

Ravi Dawar