In this bright city I sometimes go crazy; All my being is created empty moaning! I don't have anything I have lost the best precious opulence given by God no — long ago without my knowledge; ...
Surrounded by vast land of our neighboring states A small piece of land — our Bangladesh, This holy land is our mother! We are born here and through countless sorrows ...
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