Dear motherland, you are me
The fog of the fog is dark,
Manabera jhut-trouble in the heart.
I live in Vizh rain in exile
Spacing, the distance of the infinite nature!
Motherland is a favorite homeland in the heart
Junkie, in the morning,
Burden interest rates actually!
You're red-green
I moan in exile
The time will come, more bloodshed
In your chest, they will play with you,
Postmortem of democracy
You will be crushed, you will hurt
Your sons, your sons,
There are those who are beyond.
Those who gave life to the language
Liberty brought you,
The colors of the red-green flag were decorated.
I just see, I'm silent
Workless country unemployed, expatriate chest
Ferries do Bangla language, crying in the heart,
Your shirt
With the touch of comfort, you wrote
Mind, life story
I think, O my motherland, Mother's motherland
How much trouble can you get in pain, be in pain
Salam on you, in the fog of the winter
I pray, in the intensity of the winter
The flame of fire, guns shot
With knife injury, hanging rope
Without treatment, the lack of urgency
Religious frenzy, power conflict
For some reason, you have a child
Do not get drunk in the morning, do not get hurt.
Prayer at every moment of my heart,
Peace be with you, o my dear motherland.
