O, February twenty first! Whenever I yearned for you You stood by my side To quell my hunger and my thirst. When I yearned for you During captivity by chain of prison And by torture without any reason, And when the pain made me to scream, It was a dream To see you floating through the cloud To stand by my side, strong and stout. Oh my twenty first! To quell my hunger and quench my thirst Whenever I longed for you. You came at once; with a view To keep your chest on that of mine And both as patriots we combined. I divided my mind to thee With inspiring mirth and jollity; And again when the airs arround were serene Both as one had alone been; And again When I wanted your presence During natural calamity and danger You never remained a stranger. And during black moon disaster cyclone When its victims mourn and mourn And by eclipse of light the places darkened And when I became horribly frightened And was overcome by thirst You rushed to my rescue Very fast and very fast. O, Twenty first! We straitened our distance And merged us into one And quelled our mental thirst. O, twenty first, O twenty first. O, my twenty first, You rushed to me pushing aside All the strength of stream, like a rush, That could not be obstructed By any human mights; For good creation you rushed to me For creating an ecstacy. I got you at sleep breaking dawn When, beside my window the crows fawned Making tumultuous welcome To the glowing rising sun. While sparrows were dumb founded. And, then crying, asking for the sun to come. O, my twenty first! What a crossmatching of all was To quell my hunger and my thirst. It was best That I got you near my breast. In my hilarity of ceaseless colour of thing. I also got you at the end of spring In the violent conflagration of its string. Lovely diffusion of every being. I also felt you on my chest When the blooming buds of Shajina and mango Blossomed with ego In a manner which seemed the best. I wanted you in secret In my dark and well protected bed. In the midst of my pride, instead Of keeping you in fright In the depth of my solitary night. I wanted you in my thought and breath And in my horripilation, when The hairs of the body are erected In exitement and thrill of joy, then Again in my existence; and when I am incited by the influence Of mirth and jollity, Leading me to the stage of frailty To completely merge me with you To give you, O twenty first All your dues with utmost humility; That was my duty. Oh my twenty first! You were just A child in mothers lap Or one enjoing innocent pleasure In the craddle with babies cap This was placed by all my endeavour And you started tripping to come as my dear, too near. I got you, In every step of my life. In my soul and in my tongue Through all my constraining strife. I got you in all my struggles to live With my wealth and prosperity, Opulance, dignity and divinity In my joys, sorrows and piety And in the sphere of my total life And in its totality. You drove me up, up and up On the mountain of liberty. Liberty, Liberty and Liberty.