Rise, O Sylhetis by Sadid Mibzal
A passionate call for Sylhetis to honor their homeland across borders and time.
I wander the East, I wander the West,
Quakes the majestic Bharat in fest.
Rises the Moon in the southern skies,
Silver constellation shatters and cries.
Bright gold Sol peers low in the west,
The Sri-Land goes, falls to eternal rest.
We still have our time, it’s still our time,
Rise, Sylhetis, rise, we'll claim our prime!
What time is this? To fight our own?
Or time for Sylhetis to rise and be known?
What place is this? A foreign shore?
Or land of our fathers, forevermore?
What speech is this? Our mothers’ tongue?
Or silence where Sylheti songs are unsung?
Shall we lose our mother Sylhet’s grace,
Or unite to rebuild her shining face?
Shine, O heroic hearts, shine Sylhetis,
Shine O people no matter boundaries!
Bangla-India are own countries we roam,
But great Sylhet will always be our home.
Sylhet, Sylhet, Sylhet is our life,
Sylhet, Sylhet, Sylhet ends our strife.