King My Country Over World.

 This Bashundhara of ours is full of rich flowers

 Among them, the country is one of the best of all countries

 And the country he created with dreams is surrounded by memories

 You will not find such a country anywhere

 She is the queen of all countries, she is my homeland

 She is my homeland, she is my homeland.

 The moon, the sun, the planets, where the stream shines

 Where is the black cloud that plays with electricity

 He fell asleep at the call of birds and woke up at the call of birds.

 Who has such a gentle river, where is such a smoky mountain

 Where such a green field merges under the sky

 In whose country the wind blows on such paddy.

 Flowers are full of flowers

 Gunjariya comes in droves

 They fall asleep on the flowers and eat the honey of the flowers.

 Wherever you go, you will find so much affection for your brother's mother

 Oma hold your feet on my chest

 I was born in this country to die in this country.