The Rebel is a poem which was written by the famous revolutionary poet Kazi Nazrul Islam. The poem tells the nature of a rebel who does just opposite of what others does. The poet tells that it is dangerous but at the same time it is good because it is rebel who comes with the new ideas. Kazi Nazrul Islam also highlights the importance of difference of opinion and change associated with it. In Bengali the poem is called "Bidrohi" which gave him the recognition of a Revolutionary Poet.

"The Rebel" Translated in English as was published on "Agniveena" in the year 1922.

Say, courageous one- Say, high I hold my head!
The Himalayas look up at mine and humbly bow their peaks.
Say, I pierce through the great sky of the universe,
I reach above the moon, the sun, the planets and the stars,
I break through the limits of earth and all the heavens
And even the seat of God almighty, And rise ever higher
To the eternal surprise of the River of the Universe.
On my brow shines Shiva the Destroyer
As the benedictory seal of the triumph of king of kings!
Say, courageous one-
My head remains ever high!
I am ever irrepressible, impudent and merciless;
I am the dancing Shiva of the great Cataclysm,
I am cyclone, I am destruction,
I am mortal terror, I am the curse of the earth,
I am irresistible,
I destroy everything to bits!
I am the negation of all rule, I am reckless,

I trample down all restraints, all bonds of do`s and don`ts! I obey no law,
I sink vessels laden to the brim, I am the torpedo and terrible floating mine!
I am Shiva with his flying locks Who ushers the untimely nor`wester of summer,
I am the rebel, the mutinous child of the Goddess of the universe!
Say, valiant one: my head remains ever high!
I am the storm, the tornado,
I go on pulverizing whatever comes in my way.
I am dance-mad rhythm,
I dance on to my own time-beat,
I am uninhibited joy of life-
I am the ragas Hambir, Chhayanat, Hindol,
I am quick with movement, I go my way with quick gestures and sudden leaps
and bounds- I am Hindol with its lightning-quick arias.
So, friend, I do whatever my mood dictates, I am violent mad, I am the sudden storm!
I am the plague, the terrifier of the earth,
I am the ruler`s terror, am mass destruction,
I am burning hot, ever restless.
Say, brave warrior- Ever high stands my head.
I am ever reckless, ever ungovernable,
I am irrepressible; the cup of my life is always, yes always, full to the brim.
I am the sacrificial fire,
I am Yamadagni who kept the sacred fire ever alive,
I am Yagna and the officiating priest,
I am Agni, the god of fire!
I am Creation, I am Destruction,
I am human habitation and the cremation ground,
I am the termination, the end of night!
I am the son of the Queen of Gods with the moon in my hand and the sun on my brow,
One hand holds the curved bamboo flute and the other the trumpet of war.
My throat is black from drinking poison churned up from the ocean of pain!
I am Shiva who catches in his matted locks the mad waters of the cascade at Gangotri-
Say, fearless one: my head stands ever high.
I am the Bedouin, I am Chengis, 1 salute none but myself. I am thunder,

I am the sound of Om on Shiva`s horn,
I am the trumpet of Israfil that blasts fiercely,
I am the Castanet and the trident of Shiva,
I am the staff of justice of the Great Just.
I am the fearsome din of the primeval Om,
I am the wheel and the great conch of Vishnu.
I am a disciple of the mad sages Durvasa and Vishwamitra;
I am the forest fire and shall burn down the universe!
I am open-hearted laughter and exaltation, I am creation`s enemy-the great terror,
I am the Dragon`s Head engulfing the Twelve Suns at the Great Destruction!
I am serene sometimes, sometimes restless, ruthlessly self-willed,
I am Youth with red blood. I am he that humbles God.
I am the ebullience of the storm, the ocean`s great din,
I am bright, shining ever bright,
I am the rippling surge of water and the roll of moving waves!
I am the plaited braid of the heart-free maiden`s locks, and the fire in the eyes of the girl of winsome shape.
I am the wild love blossoming lotus-like in the heart of the sweet sixteen— Blessed am I!
I am the absent mind of the indifferent,
The tearful sigh in the widow`s heart and the lament of the despairing yearner,
I am the sorrow of deprivation in the heart of the homeless wanderer living on the road,
I am the heart-pangs of the humiliated, and, again,
The burning torment in the soul of love out-thrown!
I am the numbing pain in the offended, long-aggrieved heart,
I am the trembling stealer of imagined kisses And the quaking first touch of the virgin.
I am the lightning glance of the secret beloved And the repeated looks on every pretence,
I am the love of the restless girl and the jingle of her bracelets.
I am the eternal child, the eternal boy,
I am the hem of the garment, the breast-cloth and the
Scarf of the village maiden timorous of her youth.
I am the north wind, the breezes of spring
And the east wind that causes the mind to stray.
I am the deep melody of the wayfaring bard
And the music of the bamboo flute.
I am the raging thirst of summer, the blazing sun,
I am the trilling spring in desert oases And the kaleidoscope of lush verdure.
I rush forward in a transport of joy- What madness! I am mad!
I have suddenly discovered myself, and all my bonds have fallen off! `
I am rise and fall, the consciousness in inert minds,
I am the banner of victory over the gateway of the world.
I rush, fleet as storm, clapping my hands that hold heaven and earth-
My carriers, the spirited Borrak and Uchchaisrava, sprint with challenging neighs!
I am the volcano in the bosom of earth, the forest fire, the holocaust of doom,
and the Reverberations of the surging sea of fire in bowels of the earth!
I climb the lightning and fly, leaping, snapping my fingers;
I set sudden earthquakes on and terrify the world.
I clasp to me the fangs of Vasuki the snake;
I catch with my hands the flaming wings of the angel Jibrail!
I am a heavenly cherub, I am ceaselessly active,
I am impudent and tear with my teeth the garment of the Mother of the Universe!
I am the magic flute of Orpheus-its music lulls the heaving ocean into drowsy forgetfulness, And in sleep it kisses the earth and soothes it to complete silence.
I am the flute in the hands of Krishna.
As I rage and rush, enveloping the boundless heavens,
The fires of all the hells down below flicker and die in panic!
I am the carrier of rebellion all over the earth.
I am the deluge and floods of Sravan,
I make the earth sometimes beautiful,
Sometimes blessed in destruction-
I shall snatch away the twin ladies from Vishnu`s breast!
I am lawless, a meteor, malevolent Saturn,
1am the comet`s terrific heat, the venomous killer snake!
I am Chandi of the severed head, the goddess of war who causes absolute ruin,
I sit in the fires of hell and smile the smile of flowers!
I am of the earth made; I am formed of the spirit,
I am ageless, immortal, inexpendible, inexhaustible!
I am the terror of men and demons and the gods,
I am ever unconquerable in the universe,
I am the God supreme over the God of the universe,
The all-transcendent Truth,
I dance my way madly over heaven, hell and earth!
I am mad, I am mad!
I have discovered myself, and today all my bonds are off!
I am the ruthless axe that Parashuram carried
And will rid the world of its tribe of warriors
And usher calm, generous peace!
I am the plough on Balaram`s shoulders
And will uproot with effortless ease this world
In chains, in the joy of creating it anew.
And I shall rest, battle-weary rebel, only on the day
When the wails of the oppressed shall not rend the air and sky,
And the scimitar and the sword of the oppressor
Not clang in the fierce arena of battle-
That day my rebel self, weary with fighting, shall rest appeased.
I am Bhrigu the rebel, and I stamp my footprints on the bosom of God!
I shall kill the Creator and shall cleave the heart
Of capricious God, who smites with grief and anguish!
I am Bhrigu the rebel and will stamp my footprints on the bosom of God!
I will cleave the bosom of that capricious being-God!
I am the courageous, rebel eternal-
Alone, I tower over the universe with my head unbowed.