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"I'll soon be gone, quite alone/And quietly, taking none of you along/On this aimless journey. Useless/To insist, I must leave you all behind. No, I'll take nothing at all/On this solitary journey...", wrote Shamsur Rahman in his poem "Before the Journey".

Shamsur Rahman has gone leaving the whole nation in a deep shock.

The eminent poet breathed his last at 6:30pm at Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujib Medical University Hospital (BSMMUH) yesterday.

Dr Iqbal Ahmed Chowdhury, assistant professor of BSMMUH, formally declared the country's top poet dead at about 6:45pm. The poet died as his blood pressure fell to the lowest level, he told newsmen at the hospital.

Rahman's blood pressure had been deteriorating since 3:00pm and the doctors could not bring it back despite administering heavy doses of medicine, he said.

The doctors removed the close relatives of the poet from the intensive care unit (ICU) and told poet Abu Bakar Siddique about Rahman's death.

Shamsur Rahman was admitted to hospital on August 6 with serious illness and kept at the ICU.

He left behind wife, a son, three daughters, two brothers and four sisters. His only son Faiaz Rahman works at a private firm and daughters Fousia Rahman and Sheba Rahman live abroad.

"We could not realise what a great gift poet Shamsur Rahman was for the country as well as Bangla language," said Abu Bakar Siddique.

Poet Shamsur Rahman has earned a permanent place in Bangla poetry and will be remembered forever, said poet Samudra Gupta, general secretary of Jatiya Kabita Parsihad.

Meanwhile, a few litterateurs and relatives of poet Rahman were critical of the government for dillydallying in sending him abroad for better treatment. They termed the government's assurance of sending him abroad "only a political stunt".

As the death news of the country's premier poet spread, a large number of people, including poets and writers, university teachers, cultural and social activists, political leaders, admirers and relatives, gathered at the BSMMUH to pay the last tribute to their beloved poet.

The body of Shamsur Rahman was taken out of the ICU on a stretcher amid heavy crowd of journalists, camera crew from electronic media, relatives and visitors. The body of Rahman was then taken to his house at Shyamoli.

His first namaz-e-janaza was held at the SOS Shishu Palli Jame Mosque at 10:30pm. His body was kept at the Birdem mortuary.

The poet's body will be kept at the Central Shaheed Minar from 10:30am to 12:30pm for people to pay tribute.

The second namaz-e-janaza will be held at the Dhaka University central mosque after the Juma prayers today.

Later, the poet will be laid to rest at the Banani graveyard beside his mother's grave.

A condolence meeting on poet Shamsur Rahman will be held at the Shaheed Minar on August 22.

Prime Minister Khaleda Zia and Leader of the Opposition Sheikh Hasina in separate messages expressed deep shock at the death of Shamsur Rahman.

Awami League (AL) leaders Nuha-ul-Alam Lenin, Abdul Mannan Khan, Yafes Osman, Dr Mostafa Jalal Mohiuddin and Asim Kumar Ukil placed floral wreaths at the dead body of poet Rahman last night on behalf of Leader of the Opposition and AL President Sheikh Hasina, said a press release.

AL leaders Tofail Ahmed, Amir Hossain Amu and Asaduzzaman Noor went to the poet's Shyamoli residence to see the poet for the last time.

PROFILE
Shamsur Rahman was born on October 23, 1929 at Mahuttuli in Dhaka. He was the fourth among thirteen children of late Mokhlesur Rahman Chowdhury. Rahman studied at Pogos School from where he passed his matriculation in 1945. He passed the intermediate from Dhaka College.

Rahman started writing poetry after graduating from Dhaka College at the age of 18.

He studied English literature at Dhaka University (DU) and passed the BA in 1953. He also received his MA securing the second place in second class.

Rahman had a long career as a journalist and was the editor of the now defunct Dainik Bangla and weekly Bichitra.

Shamsur Rahman started composing poetry at a time when most people, particularly the Bangalee Muslims, were not aware of the development of modern poetry. He started on the ground prepared by the poets of the 1930s and developed and added new features to Bangla poetry.

He popularised modern Bangla poetry among the general mass by successfully expressing their emotion about the country, its people and their language.

A prolific writer, Rahman authored nearly 100 books, of which more than sixty are collections of poems.

Rahman won numerous awards including the Bangla Academy Award in 1969, Ekushey Padak in 1977 and the Swadhinata Award in 1991.

RAHMAN AND BANGLA POETRY
With the geographical division of the Bangla province in 1947, the Bangla literature also got divided. One group was dominated by writers based in Kolkata, capital of West Bengal, and another by those in Dhaka, the new capital city of the then East Pakistan.

The Dhaka-based Bangla poetry was also divided mainly in two groups. Ahsan Habib and Abul Hossain led the progressive group who were deeply influenced by the West and Bangalee poets of the 1930s. The other group led by Farrukh Ahmed and Syed Ali Ahsan was termed pro-Pakistan group.

Later, Shamsur Rahman, Al Mahmud and Shaheed Quadri emerged as the most influential poets in the progressive front during the '50s-'60s of the last century.

Rahman was the most active in this group and relentless in composing poetry.

Actually, the new capital city of Dhaka gave birth to Rahman, and he is the poet of Dhaka in a true sense. Probably, he is the only successful poet in modern Bangla literature who was born and brought up in Dhaka and spent his entire life here.

Rahman also loved Dhaka very much. He wrote memories of his childhood in a book titled "Smritir Shahar (the reminiscent city), which is considered as a classic document of Old Dhaka.

In his over-half-a-century literary career, he also wrote five novels, a number of short stories, many patriotic songs.

The poet was deeply rooted in his own tradition.

He successfully reflected the colloquial language of Dhaka in his works, especially in the poetry. His poem "Ei Matowala Rait" (this drunken night) is full of idioms and dialect of the Dhakaites. Rahman prominently used Old Dhaka's dialect, which is a mix-up of Urdu, Persian and Bangla words.

Urban themes, symbols, signs and resemblance also widely figure in his poems.

As he was born and brought up in Old Dhaka, his use of those foreign words never seems irrational. Rather, Rahman's use of Urdu and Persian words adds an extra favour and a new taste in Bangla poetry. Through this, he virtually enriched Bangla language.

As a poet and a citizen of Dhaka he could not refrain himself from the political development of the then East Pakistan leading ultimately to the emergence of Bangladesh. Although he was never active in politics, he composed a number of political poems, which were particularly devoted to the country's struggle for freedom and independence.

One of his most popular poems in this group is "Asader Shirt" (Asad's shirt) where the poet gives an emotional description of the death of a young demonstrator, who was brutally killed in police firing at a protest rally against the despotic army rule.

"Like bunches of blood-red oleander, like flaming clouds at sunset/Asad's shirt flutters/In the gusty wind, in the limitless blue./To the brother's spotless shirt/His sister had sown/With the fine gold and thread/Of her heart's desire/Button which shone like stars/How often had his ageing mother/With such tender care/Hung that shirt out to dry/In her sunny courtyard."

These lines excerpted from the poem translated by Syed Najmuddin Hashim helped spread the anger quickly among the people against the Pakistani autocratic regime. Rahman was always vocal against the tyrannical rule and suppression of the people by the West Pakistani rulers.

After the independence of Bangladesh, Rahman emerged as the most powerful poet of the country, reflecting the true spirit of independence and the Liberation War. He successfully used the terms and words related to independence.

Rahman composed a number of poems which got immense popularity among the mass people and were highly acclaimed by the critics.

"Swadhinata Tumi" (To Independence) is one of his most popular poems, in which the poet tries to reflect the heartfelt urge and describes the true meaning of independence and freedom.

As he writes in the poem: "Independence, You are/Like un-decaying poems and immortal songs of Rabindranath/Independence, you are/Like waving of long curling hair of Kazi Nazrul/Great man, vibrating with the joy and happiness of creation..."

Rahman was also very active during the struggle against the autocratic rule of HM Ershad. He even took the risk of losing the editorship of the government-owned Dainik Banlga and joined the protest rally against Ershad regime.

His famous poem "Odbhut Uter Pithhe Cholechhe Swadesh" (the country riding a peculiar camel) is about the misrule and political stagnation prevailing in the country during the Ershad regime.

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Asad's Shirt


Like bunches of blood-red Oleander, Like flaming clouds at sunset
Asad's shirt flutters
In the gusty wind, in the limitless blue.
To the brother's spotless shirt
His sister had sown
With the fine gold thread
Of her heart's desire
Buttons which shone like stars;
How often had his ageing mother,
With such tender care,
Hung that shirt out to dry
In her sunny courtyard.
Now that self-same shirt
Has deserted the mother's courtyard,
Adorned by bright sunlight
And the soft shadow"
Cast by the pomegranate tree,
Now it flutters
On the city's main street,
On top of the belching factory chimneys,
In every nook and corner
Of the echoing avenues,
How it flutters
With no respite
In the sun-scorched stretches
Of our parched hearts,
At every muster of conscious people Uniting in a common purpose.
Our weakness, our cowardice
The stain of our guilt and shame-
All are hidden from the public gaze
By this pitiful piece of torn raiment Asad's shirt has become
Our pulsating hearts' rebellious banner.

[ Asader shirt (Asad's Shirt) - by Shamsur Rahman, Translated by Syed Najmuddin Hashim]


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Poet Shamsur Rahman is one of my favourite poet.
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Shamsur Rahman

Visionary poet of Bangladesh's freedom struggle, without vanity or affectation

William Radice
Friday September 15, 2006
The Guardian

Shamsur Rahman at a rally at Dhaka University, Bangladesh. Photograph: Pavel Rahman/AP
Shamsur Rahman at a rally in Dhaka University, Bangladesh. Photograph: Pavel Rahman/AP
Shamsur Rahman, the greatest Bengali poet of his generation, who has died aged 76, was a man of paradoxes. The author of more than 60 books of poems and many prose works, he gave in his writing an impression of effortless eloquence. Yet in speech he was hesitant, with a slight impediment. Although always willing to appear on public platforms and speak up for any number of progressive, secular, liberal and democratic causes, he never seemed fully at ease in that role. His poetry was frequently political, yet he was not by nature a political animal. He was international in his vision and range of poetic allusions, but rarely travelled outside Bangladesh and made no bid for publicity abroad.

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No poet has been more closely associated with the painful birth and perilous maturing of Bangladesh, the former East Pakistan, yet he resisted the mantle of "national poet". Unlike the majestic figure of Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), he was without vanity or affectation. Rahman was born in Dhaka, a city he loved and was always reluctant to leave. The fourth of 13 children, he gained an English degree from Dhaka University in 1953. From 1957 he made his living as a journalist in print and on Radio Pakistan, becoming editor of the government-owned daily newspaper Dainik Bangla (1977-87). Rahman often clashed with reactionary, undemocratic, or religious forces. Some of his most famous poems were powerful contributions to the campaign that began with the Bengali language movement of the 1950s, resisting the adoption of Urdu as the national language of East as well as West Pakistan, and culminated in Bangladesh's 1971 war of liberation from Pakistan. Asad's Shirt turns the tattered, blood-spattered shirt of a young demonstrator killed by the police into a banner of the freedom struggle. In Alphabet, My Sorrowful Alphabet, his love for his mother tongue reaches even to its letters, implying passionate rejection of the suggestion - by the Hamoodur Rahman commission in the mid-1960s - that Bengali would only be "integrated" into the Pakistani nation if it was written in Roman or Arabic script. But the break-up of Pakistan meant no respite in Bangladesh from the struggle for democracy, secularism and the rule of law, and Rahman never ceased to take part, supporting it with a stream of uncompromising poems. Risking his job as editor of Dainik Bangla, he joined protest rallies against President Hussain Muhammad Ershad in the 1980s, and characterised the corruption and misrule of that era in one poem as "the country riding a peculiar camel". The growth of Islamist extremism in Bangla- desh in the 1990s almost cost him his life: in 1999 three members of Harkatul Jihad burst into his apartment with axes, and would have killed him if his wife, Zohra Begum, had not stood in their way. As a poet, Rahman expressed an infinite variety of moods. He could turn out a perfect sonnet, but he preferred a freedom and flexibility of form that never, however, seemed uncontrolled. His vast vocabulary incorporated the Perso-Arabic influenced dialect of Old Dhaka as well as the Sanskrit tradition. His images could be fanciful, even surreal. He could be noble and classical in poems such as Telemachus or Electra's Song, erotic, as in Odalisque, or touchingly domestic, as in Some Lines on a Cat. The secular, often witty romanticism with which he began as a poet in the 1950s - and which at the time was not common among Muslim Bengali poets - never left him. Freedom of language and freedom of poetry are at the heart of everything he wrote. In Swadhinata Tumi (You, Freedom), written during the liberation war, he defines freedom in a series of images ranging from the heroic and political to the rural and intimate, ending with "You are a garden room, the koel-bird's song/ the old banyan tree's gleaming leaves/ my notebook of poems written just as I please." Rahman's death has produced an outpouring of tributes even from his ideological enemies. "A poet has no religion," he said in a 1993 interview with the Kolkata (formerly Calcutta) Statesman. "His true religion is to protest against anti-human activities. I believe in democracy." His balanced, rational, yet mercurial vision will itself spare him from being turned into an icon. His great poem Mask, translated by Kaiser Haq, ends with a plea against that. "Look! The old mask/ under whose pressure/ I passed my whole life,/ a wearisome handmaiden of anxiety, has peeled off at last./ For God's sake don't/ fix on me another oppressive mask." His wife, two daughters and one son survive him. Another son predeceased him. Osman Jamal writes: I first met Shamsur Rahman in 1949, the year that he joined the Progressive Writers and Artists Association. Loosely linked to the recently outlawed Communist party, the small group of youthful PWAA members usually held their literary meetings in the relative freedom of "Madhu's canteen" at Dhaka University. This teashop in a corrugated tin shed, supported on timber and bamboo pillars and open on three sides, lay abandoned on Sundays. There, Rahman read his first efforts to a fraternal but critical audience. He would have known some Eliot and Yeats by that point, but his first volume of poems, Prothom Gan Ditio Mrittur Age (First Song, Before the Second Death, eventually published in 1960), owes more to a schooling in the poetry of the first generation of Kolkata-centred modern Bengali poets of the 1930s. Though PWAA did not survive long into the 1950s, Rahman carried its spirit of enlightenment and modernity to the end of his life. Years later, he wrote a poem, Hasan and the Winged Horse, addressing a close friend from those times, the poet and essayist Hasan Hafizur Rahman, who had recently died. It looked back to, among other things, the language movement protest in Dhaka in 1952, when four students were killed on February 21. "Do you remember today / the trumpet of an irate goddess called politics? Remember sitting up all night / Reading countless underground tracts? Remember the impatient kiss / On 52's red lily of terrible beauty? Alone you went/ To the dark press to light up forbidden lamps/ And at the alleyway's head looking bright-eyed for a winged horse,/ I spent my evenings and so many midnights."

Shamsur Rahman, poet, born October 24 1929; died August 17 2006.

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thnx a lot 4 sharing. ya he was 1 of greatest poets of Bangladesh.
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wow, I never heard of him, but he was an excellent poet as far as I'm concerned. He died recently, that's sad...
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Shamsur Rahman

Shamsur Rahman is the unofficial "poet laureate" of Bangladesh and has published over 60 books of poetry. He chaired a national committee of editors, writers and artists dedicated to resisting fundamentalist forces opposed to individualism and democracy.

Harkat-ul-Jihad-al-Islam was named as being behind his attempted murder in early 1999, as part of a plot to kill at least 28 prominent Bangladeshi intellectuals. Harkat was described as a group allied to bin Laden; its members style themselves as the "Bangladeshi Taliban."

Rahman was attacked in his home. Three men affiliated with Harkat stormed into his apartment wielding pickaxes. Rahman's wife was seriously injured, but he was not hurt. Neighbors in his apartment building apprehended the men and held them until police arrived. The attackers admitted that they intended to kill the poet. They also stated that their group planned to attack more intellectuals like Rahman, who holds outspoken secular views.

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Would Anyone Now?
Shamsur Rahman

(Translated from Bengali by Shankar Sen)

Would anyone now at this late hour
stretch his hand to me?

In the thickets around my recollection
a deer weeps in sheer desolation.
Dry leaves crushed inside my chest.
The night like poison, bitter and sour.

Undecided I stand,
a culvert close at hand.
I turn my eyes and see
the culvert falls like a crumbling tower.

Shall I happily enter this homestead?
On a doorframe I hit my head.
I stand outside my face dejected.
Baring sharp fangs the wolves glower.

Lovemaking in a stolen
afternoon; with unspoken words the eyes are
swollen,
made to hear a song of sheer disaster.
Is this an accidental death of magical power?

Would anyone now at this late hour
stretch his hand to me?


Shamsur Rahman, born in 1929 in Dhaka, and considered by many the greatest living poet in Bangladesh.



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People from all walks of life pay their last respect to poet Shamsur Rahman at the Central Shaheed Minar.

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does anyone know the the poem...shadinota tumi...I used to remember some lines, but now totally forgot!
anyone remembers?

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