Here love blossoms Here people come running frankly Here the head bows in reverence Here Bengali is the book of poetry. Here is a fistful of hands in vows to remember the martyrs Here the Bengali's roared Such as Ekushey of Bahanna one day Woke up. The world has seen a lot of shots Didn't see the language soaked in blood February! Hyena's team is so brazen and so barbaric Kari wants to take her mother's language Salam-Barkat Rafiq-Shafiq Jabbar The vigilant guard of the mother tongue poured out the ****** of the chest. Then a Mujib at the front of the procession Sheikh Mujib is at the forefront of history Bengal and Bengali took the lead Fifty-two sixty-two - we got the demand to survive The days of seventy-nine fires have come Bangabandhu got Bengali Day of release ahead. In nineteen years, Bengalis took the form of the liberation army Twenty-one to seventy-one Mujib gave the call - at the March racecourse When he heard the shackle-breaking poem "This time the struggle is for freedom" ... The fort was built from house to house The defeated Pak army looked at him with a smirk The red-green flag flew over the open land of Bengal The people of Bangladesh chanted the slogan in unison - Joybangla! The world has never seen such a February, such a March, such a December of victory Proud Shaheed Minar with red-green flag!