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My Bengali is my country The land of crooked rivers The country of coolie laborers Bangladesh with colorful flowers. Doel Koel Moyna Tia Juraya Hiya is full of life. Cattle carts in villages The building is a tin house The remnants of age after age Red green Bangladesh. Independent country wet with blood Bengali language Bangladesh ' Motherhood is not the end Friends and relatives are constantly buzzing, Mixed environment, land of happiness. Dhane gane kabir prane The bad flute is quite Seven colors Bangladesh.