Oh, land of rivers, lush and green,
A tapestry of beauty, serene.
Fields of gold, where farmers toil,
Life springs forth from your fertile soil.
Your skies sing with birds in flight,
Your days are warm, your stars alight.
The Padma flows with stories untold,
Of courage, freedom, hearts of gold.
From Dhaka's streets to Sundarbans wild,
Nature and culture are beautifully styled.
The roar of tigers, the whisper of trees,
Echo your spirit across the seas.
Your people stand, both strong and kind,
With dreams that no chains can bind.
Born of struggle, yet full of grace,
A beacon of hope, a proud embrace.
Oh, Bangladesh, our motherland,
Forever cherished, forever grand.
With love we walk, with pride we say,
For you, our hearts will always stay.
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