S eighth-full moon! Come full moon-full moon!
Let's break through the dark stone-trap of the prisoner again!
His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief of the coming new apocalypse!
S intact Mohandha-Dhritarashtra-free iron-Bhima!
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, reunion Padma-Bhagirathi!
I win six times Kara-byuh, Raj-Rahu-Grass-free moon!
Asile Charane Dulaye Sagar nine-year free-dam!
Navagraha chhiri fani-mansara mukute tuma ganthile har,
Udile tenth mahajyotiska Vediya deep darkness!
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Welcome pure closed-glory, enlightened new Mahabali!
Danuj-daman dadhichi-asthi, bahnigarbha dambholi!
Welcome Lion-Force-Kumar! Welcome, O Commander-in-Chief!
Future war-Kurukshetra Sarathi-Perth-Maharathi!
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Destroy the savage king-bronze-dynasty with loss
S eighth-full moon, broken stone-monster!
S unrest-firefighting peacekeeper!
Narayani-Sena-Senadhipa, S Pratap lost- Sword!
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Manik of Bengali-mother's chest, Milon-Padma-Bhagirathi!
Ogo past-still-smoked volcano smoke!
The guest of the no-come-day is younger than the drink.
Joy is the full moon of Bengal, Joy is the beginning-inner!
Joy Yuge-Yuge-Asa-Senapati, Joy Pran Adi-Antahin!
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
From heaven, your mother is getting a hug on the ground,
He is the one who spreads the green grains on the green grains.
The sad smell of his affection is filling the air.
Mother is crying in the river-voice, 'Where is my dulal?'
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Wipe away tears, S hero! Today you have to find your mother,
The memory of the lost mother is mixed in this soil, alas!
Mother's ashes are mixed in the blood of 33 crore boys,
Mother is crying in the middle of them, so our mother is home.
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Madaripur,
Manik of Bengali-mother's chest, Milon-Padma-Bhagirathi!
S hero! S epoch-maker! The army then wants an order,
The catastrophe is roaring, the earth is trembling, the mountain is burning with smoke.
In the tears of this thirty-three crore captive, O hero,
The captive mother is testing the strength of your fear of the sword.
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Padaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
The eagle chain is not broken even today, I can't bow down,
Complaining in a closed voice, only Gumriya dies in Guru's pain.
Janani's barbe will meet the order, the free fighter will give the order,
Enemy-sword-cut-head will give Dan-o prostration-kiss on the feet.
Welcome Farid of Faridpur, Mardabir of Padaripur,
Bengali-mother's chest manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
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