Sweet expressive, smiley eyes,
Allah just knows what they contain.
Maybe the verses of a mahabbarata,
Impeccable tunes of your "good" name.
Nymph dressed in green and red,
Native girl of the big land of rice,
water and the great poet Tagore.
Ah!, little friend...
Tell me a story about a fool king in your ancient
Tell me about the "yamen chatas,"
and take me to eat some "biryani."
And then after that, teach me how to dance the "manipuri."
But most of all, my friend,
never loose your child's heart,never stop being Bangladeshi