The thief is no longer called a thief, the robber is called a robber,

You can't touch a cheater, so it is rude to say no.

The dishonest can no longer be called unfaithful,

Today, in the house of the believer, they are the ones to celebrate.

You will see the hypocrites today, in a very big chair,

So they are running with pride, in top gear in this country.

Behaar's team gritted its teeth, laughing day and night,

If they are ashamed, they will get rice.

Those who break the rules, the day is better for them today,

Whoever is good, their eyes, I always look up.

How many people black market, take sugarcane,

Innocent crowds sit at home crying, lost noses.

Copying, earning a degree, getting a job,

Then they, sitting in chairs, lay eggs.

By manipulating, becoming a public leader, how many secretly,

Helpless people, Paynago Ter, in some cases.

In Sonar Bangla, whatever I see, in the sadness that fills the mind,

Silently, my heart cries with pride.

Sometimes I see, some light, in the far corner of the sky,

Lightning, like a flash of lightning, strikes the clouds.

In hope, then, I see the tied chest, the eyes meliya,

Green trees, all the birds laughing and singing.