Wrapped by the river, covered with green
The village of my Bengal,
Hijltali-Barotioli how many names
Sleep here in this place, the wing of birds and birds
Shipla laughs in the valley laughing openly.
Veshen Beporoa, the damal son of rural Bengal,
Eating nacoco, nayako daawa drunk air
The people of rural Bengal are very simple,
They are very generous in their heart.
In tu gram bangla six years,
Six birds dancing in the villages of Bengal
Summer can be burned in the field,
The river is covered by the river, it is dry and dry.
The monsoon comes in full swing river,
In the middle of the river, floating on the river chests of happiness
In the autumn, the sky of the sky is a white cloud,
Only play by the kashfulera on river banks.
In the village of Hemant, drinking cigarette smoke,
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During this time mother-sisters went to sleep and lost sleep.
The winter comes with chanting,
Adorning the sweet sunny morning
Spring blossoms and joy floats
Thus, in the six-
Without the village, the pictures of Bengal can not be seen
Without the village, the story of Bengali does not matter.
Kaljoyee
