Freedom, you are the pride of Bengal
Freedom, you are the right of Bengali
Freedom, you are the light of life path
Freedom, you are built with the blood of Bengali!

Freedom, you are the smile of sad moms
Freedom, you are in the heart of Bengali
Freedom, you are the moon of the night
Freedom, you are the best success to Bengali!

Freedom, you are the reward to the ****** ocean
Freedom, you are the reverence to crores of Bengalis
Freedom, you are the reason for happiness to Bengalis
Freedom, you are the new life of Bengal!

Freedom, you are the dream of millions of martyrs
Freedom, you are the island of the endless ocean
Freedom, you are the long hair of the village girls
Freedom, you are so high like the blue sky!

Freedom, you stay in real action
Freedom, you stay in the spirit of Bengalis
Freedom, you stay with black and white
Freedom, you live in everyone's religion!

Freedom, you are my first priority
Freedom, you are my first torch
Freedom, you are my dignity
Freedom, freedom, I'll never do injustice to you!

The moon shines on the salt rivers
but you don't smile at me anymore
The honey bee sings for the flowers
but you do not knock on my door!

The rain falls down upon green nature
but you don't look at my eager eyes
The yellow bird sings in a pleasure
but you don't fly in my dream skies!

I didn't wish your departure
I wanted your happiness
I don't think of my future
I think of your goodness!

You aren't with me, but I feel you inside
I don't blame you but feel a burning inside
You still have a place in my broken heart;
But I can't believe now we're so far apart!

No, you can't leave me alone this way
I know, you will miss my love one day
Maybe that day you'll find me in heaven
Darling, my love is true and it'll happen!

God, no one else is precious like you
even no one else is generous like you!
You are the one and only forever!

You keep gold under the soil
and save the crop in its veil;
You give honey in the flower.

The moon and stars kiss the night
The morning sun blooms daylight;
God, you roll the waves in the river.

You swing the clouds in the skies
and blow the winds in the trees;
Lord, you float the ship on the water.

God, you rush the heavy rain down
or raise the long drought often;
You make the morning dewy in the winter.

The sweet waterfall in the mountains
The full moon and pretty moonshine,
Everything is yours, Lord, you have no partner!

I want a touch of Eminescu
To make you fall for me outright,
And hints of Grigorescu’s hues
To turn your art to pure delight.

A bit of Creangă, I would keep,
To share our tale for all to hear,
And, blessed by Slavici’s stroke of luck,
I found you near, a heart sincere.

With Blaga’s strength, I’ll crush my fears,
And Bacovia’s heart shall feed on pain,
To make friends with my solitude,
And find some beauty in the rain.

And maybe just a bit of Petrescu
To spend with you one final night,
So Stănescu will recall from me,
You were my rarest, purest light.

My memories have left me, and breath will soon,
Because you left me alone, this afternoon.
I asked the evening sun, I asked the full moon—
They won’t give me light; the dark comes soon!

Maybe I won’t have a next morning;
This feels to me like my last day.
Do you have some words you’d like to say,
Before I become a fading balloon?

I have walked in the woods, by nature,
I have sipped all love, like a green lover.
I won’t dream of doing anything anymore,
But swimming in a blue lagoon!