By Ambikagiri Raichoudhury

Rise young blood, rise today, rise,
Rise with a volcanic eruption --
Break the nodes of indolence into dust
Covering the earth with the flow of work.
Rise young blood, rise today, rise,
Rise quaking both heaven and earth,
Slaying the nation's woes and indigence,
The stains of bondage in the alleys of disgrace.
Rise young blood, spilling your spates of blood,
Immersing the numbness of the nation,
Let the golden ragas bubble up
With the thriving of greenery upon the earth.
Rise young blood holding in your lightning-fist
The hammer that crushes and rebuilds,
Let all hypocrisy in the name of nation-building
Fly away pounded into dust.

Translated by Krishna Dulal Barua

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Ambikagiri Raichoudhury (1885–1967) was an Assamese poet, song writer, playwright and freedom fighter of India.

Krishna Dulal Barua is a prominent translator and writer based in Nagaon, Assam. He received the Katha Award for translation in 2005.