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*Notuner Gan*
English: The Song of Youth
নতুনের গান
	Kazi Nazrul Islam, composer of the song
	National march of Bangladesh
Lyrics	Kazi Nazrul Islam, 1928
Music	Kazi Nazrul Islam, 1928
Adopted	13 January 1972
Audio sample
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"Notuner Gan" (Bengali: নতুনের গান [ˈnotuneɾ gan]; "The Youth Song"), more popularly known by its incipit as "Chol Chol Chol",^[a] is the national march (Bengali: রণ-সঙ্গীত) of Bangladesh,^[1]^[2] whose lyrics and tune were written by national poet Kazi Nazrul Islam in 1928. It was first published in the newspaper Shikha (Bengali: শিখা; "Flame") with the title Notuner Gaan (Bengali: নতুনের গান; "The Song of Youth") and was later included in Nazrul's book Sandha (Bengali: সন্ধ্যা; "The Evening"). The Bangladeshi government adopted this song as the national marching song of Bangladesh on 13 January 1972 in its first meeting after the country's independence.^[2] The first lines of the song are played at most military ceremonies or functions. The Daily Star has referred to it as the national military song.^[3] It was proposed for the national anthem of Bangladesh in 1975.^[4]

Lyrics

Bengali original^[5]^[6]^[7]	Romanisation of Bengali	English translation^[2]^[8]^[9]^[10]
চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্‌ ঊর্দ্ধ গগনে বাজে মাদল নিম্নে উতলা ধরণী-তল অরুণ প্রাতের তরুণ দল চল্‌ রে চল্‌ রে চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্‌।। ঊষার দুয়ারে হানি আঘাত আমরা আনিব রাঙা প্রভাত আমরা টুটাব তিমির রাত, বাঁধার বিন্ধ্যা চল।। নব নবীনের গাহিয়া গান সজীব করিব মহাশ্মশান আমরা দানিব নতুন প্রাণ বাহুতে নবীন বল।। চলরে নওজোয়ান শোনরে পাতিয়া কান- মৃত্যু-তোরণ-দুয়ারে-দুয়ারে জীবনের আহ্বান ভাঙ্গরে ভাঙ্গ আগল চল্‌ রে চল্‌ রে চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্‌।। ঊর্ধ্ব আদেশ হানিছে বাজ, শহীদী-ঈদের সেনারা সাজ, দিকে দিকে চলে কুচ-কাওয়াজ— খোল রে নিদ-মহল! কবে সে খেয়ালী বাদশাহী, সেই সে অতীতে আজো চাহি' যাস মুসাফির গান গাহি' ফেলিস অশ্রুজল। যাক রে তখত-তাউস জাগ রে জাগ বেহুঁশ। ডুবিল রে দেখ কত পারস্য কত রোম গ্রিক রুশ, জাগিল তা'রা সকল, জেগে ওঠ হীনবল! আমরা গড়িব নতুন করিয়া ধুলায় তাজমহল! চল্‌ চল্‌ চল্।।	Col col col! Urddho gogone baje madol Nimne utola dhoroni tol Orun prater torun dol Colre colre col Col col col! Ushar duyare hani aghat Amra anib ranga probhat Amra ṭuṭab timir rat Bãdhar bindhya col. Nob nobiner gahiya gan Sojib korib mohashoshman Amra danib notun pran Bahute nobin bol. Colre noōjōyan, Shōnre patiya kan Mrittu tōron duyare duyare Jiboner ahban Bhanggre bhangg agol Colre colre col Col col col! Urddho adesh haniche baj Shohidi-Ider senara saj Dike dike cole kuc-kaōyaj Khōlre nid-mohol! Kobe se kheyali badshahi Shei se otite ajō cahi Jas musafir gan gahi Felis osrujol! Jakre takht-taus Jagre jag behũsh Ḍubilre dekh kot parossh Kot rōm grik rush Jagil tara sokol Jege ōṭh hinobol Amra goṛib notun koriya Dhulay tajmohol Col col col!	March, March, March By a drum beat to a heavenly height From earth beneath and soil's blight Youth rise in the dawn's light, Left, now, now, right! March, March, March Through dawn's door, a shattering blow We will bring daybreak, scarlet in glow; We will destroy the gloom of the night And hindering mountain height, The youngest of young, a song will sing; From buried bones we raise the living; We are the ones, new life will bring With a new arm of might. Soldier, take your stand, A heartening ear now bend; Doors that lead to death's portal, A call to life extend! Break all doors tight and march, left and right! March, March, March On high the cry to charge is made, the martyr's captain for battle's arrayed; In every direction, a marching parade roushing the drowsy from night. When did that ancient kingdom vanish away? We want that ancient age today. The troubadours song, we will sing and play. weep with all your might! Shed now, the pompous throne Awaken, O you heedless drone! See how the Persian rule sank down, and Russia and Greece and Rome. They all awoke to fight; You feeble, now ignite! From the dust, we will build anew the Taj Mahal! Unite! Left. right, Left, right! March, March, March