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Happy birth day - Festival January 1 to January 14 2008 - Jasim Mela - Ambikapur, Faridpur
Jasim Uddin poet and litterateur, poet of the people of Bengal ("Pallikabi")
Jasimuddin's deep involvement in non-communal socio-political movements championing the cause of Bengali language and literature gives his lyric and folksy poetry a keen edge of commitment and protest. His poems are popular as part of school curricula in West Bengal, India as much as in Bangladesh.
Only Dr. Dinesh Chandra Sen fully recognized Jasim Uddin's the talent and unique discovery of natural bengali heritage and culture. But as our present history, we do not respect our cultural and social heritage. When Bangladesh was liberated from the clutches of Punjabi-Sindhi cliques of Pakistani bourgeoisies in 1971, we were promised a society based on Democracy, Socialism, Nationalism and Secularism; that pledge has never come into being; on the contrary, with a heavy heart, we observe the advent of one military despot after another who whored our sacred constitution, plundered the country's national resources and had made it a hell for religious and ethnic minorities.
Now the country has become a filthy playground for a group of lumpen bourgeoisies, who, half-literate and uncultured as they are, driven by a get-rich-quick lifestyle, are aping the most rotten and putrid versions of Indian and US cultures.
Bangla musical genres like Aul, Baul, Marfati and Murshidi are heavily influenced by the mystic philosophy found in the Charyapadas. Besides, Vaishnava Padabalis--songs and verses praising Lord Vishnu--have also influenced Bangla music. Michael Madhusudan Dutta, Rabindranath Tagore, Kazi Nazrul Islam and Jasimuddin were immensely influenced by mysticism, Sufism and Baul doctrines (A touch of the mystic , 2004).
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Jasimuddin - Poet of the people of Bengal-
A film by Khan Ata 1978
Amar Kantho I - Voice and Songs of Jasim Uddin Part I
Amar Kantho II- Voice and Songs of Jasim Uddin- Part II
BBC interview of Poet Jasim Uddin by famous novelist Syed Shamsul Haque, BBC, London, 1973
Bedermeye- - Jasim Uddin's famous musical and drama on oppressed and neglected gypsy folk: Part I Bedermeye- - Jasim Uddin's famous musical and drama on oppressed and neglected gypsy folk: Part 2
© Jasim Uddin
Come to the garden by night.
My bee.
I shal stay up the night
Lighting the lamp of moon
And talking to the dew drops
My bee.
Come to the garden by night
should I fall asleep
Tread softly my bee,
Do not break the branch
Or crush my flowers.
Or awaken the flower that is asleep
Come to the garden by night.
Nishite Jaio Phulobane.. Music & Lyrics by Jasim Uddin, Singer: S. D. Burman
Dhire se Janain hindi from Nishite jaio: Music & Lyrics by Jasim Uddin, Singer: S. D. Burman
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The villagers of Bangladesh sing:
Snake Charmer / Babu Selam Lyric and Music Jasim Uddin dance by Shibli & Nipa
O babu, many salams to you
my name is Goya the Snakecharmer, My home is the Padma river.
We catch birds
we live on birds
There is no end to our happiness,
For we trade,
With the jewel on the Cobra's head.
"We cook on one bank,
We eat at another
We have no homes,
The whole world is our home,
All men are our brothers
We look for them
In every door….."
(Jasim Uddin)
When one reads his lyrics, like Gourigirir meye (a sensitive yet heart felt invocation to Goddess Durga) and Anurodh (a chiselled love poem woven in folk rhythm) and then goes on to respond to his two evergreen dramatic poems Naksi-kanthar Math and Sojonbadiar Ghat, one concludes that the label ‘village-bard’ is an example of inadequate salutation. Both these ballads cross the prescribed limits of folk poetry. In fact, they articulate a secular and humanist vision in a diction that is earth-sprung and elegant. No wonder, both these ‘modern’ ballads, replete with social conflicts, have been dramatised,
His poetry appears like the breeze from the countryside that cools the sighs and sweats of urban living. He is congratulated for creating a new school of poetry ;
Dr. Dinesh chandra Sen
Jasim Uddin's poetry has a new trend, a new taste and a new language.
- Rabinranath Tagore
Verrier Elwin
Jasim Uddin knows every fact of village life in Bengal and is partial to rural people. The heroes of his poems and stories are farmers, fishermen, boatmen, weavers, cowherds, even roadside barbers, wandering gypsies, palmists and astrologers
Today the sun has fallen asleep behind the dark
clouds.
And Keya the rain-flower dreams by the water
What yong maiden on the still wet branches of
Kadamba
Open small petals speechless for ecstasy?
Village Rain, Jasim Uddin
My Country
Field after field run along
Green winds sway tender paddy shoots
That spreads like open hair
In it butterflies ornamented with wings…
Mother earth smiles at her fertile pride.
In this harvest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
As worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They burn with hunger.Forest after forest run along
This fairyland of flowers and fruits….
In this forest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
They are hungry.
River after river run along
They flow through nameless wharfs…
In this river the Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
Worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They are empty.
Jasim Uddin
Poet Jasim uddind's speech to Bengali citizens in Karachi - 1949
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The fishes find the deep sea,
The birds the branches of the tree.
The Mother knows her love for her son
By the sharp pain in her heart alone
Many and diverse the colour of the cows,
But white the colour that all milk shows.
Through all the world, a Mother's name
A Mother's song is found the same.
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Black is the pupil of my eye,
Black ink with which I write
Black is Birth and death is black
Black is the universal Night.
(Jasim Uddin)
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Pratidan
In return
I build a home for she
Who has broken mine.
I cry to make my own, she who forsaken me.
She has made me stranger.
While I wander the world over for her,
Endless night has stolen my sleep.
She has broken my home, I build hers.
She has broken my shore, I build hers.
She left my heart broken yet I cry for her
She struck me with poisoned arrow,
Yet my breast is full of song.
A flower in return thron.
I cry all around to make her my own.
She has carved a grave in my heart,
I fill her heart with flowers of love.
The face that speaks harsh language,
I hold that face, and adore it.
I cry to make her my own.
Tanslated by Hasna J. Moudud
LOVING BENGAL Support the poor and oppressed, poor people to stand up and demand the establishment of their rights, struggle for justice and equality,advocating peace with justice, human rights and non-violence
SOS ARSENIC POISONING IN BANGLADESH / INDIA.
THE WORLD’S POOREST POPULATION IN BANGLADESH, ARE SUFFERING FROM ARSENIC POISONING, SOCIAL AND ENVIRONMENT DEGRADATION
Contact: Dr. J. Anwar:
info [a-t] sos-arsenic.netJasimuddin Academy
Pallikabi Jasimuddin Academy
10 Kabi Jasimuddin Road, Palashbari, Dhaka, Bangladesh
Ansarmanzil, Village Ambikapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh
205/1, P. K. Guha Road, Kolkata -700028, India