The song of the Bengali language that swirls in my mind
I see the words of the song
A A K K colors.
Someone wanted the sweet language
To make it crushed
Hope turned into powder sand
It was not fulfilled.
No one could make
the language discolored.
The language bought with blood
Returned in a hurry.
Shimul disease became colorful
The war trumpet sounded
The mother language gained respect
A new sun rose.
The blood was not given in vain
The roar of the Bengalis
The Bengali language reaching the world
That is the best achievement.
Let me sing a song in a sweet tune
The rain is pouring
As I wish
The sweet rain falls.
Speaking in Bengali language
Rich and poor farmers
I live in Bengali language
I die in Bengali language.
I love my mother tongue
I speak another language
I don't love Falgun
February 21st.