Oh, martyrs of my clime, please, forgive me!
I couldn't grab your sacrifice in my chest
I don't know how much you curse me,
I apologize to you, please, take my request!

This heart did not feel the liveliness
even didn't get any respect;
That is my irresponsibility.
This is not my credit but an insult!

I don't draw that dream as you did
I don't know why there's no brotherhood!
My green homeland is in the hands of robbers.
And there're no conflicts with the enemies!

After everything, we hug the killers
Society is depressed about nakedness.
We turn the bullets to our brothers
whereas the leader is selfish and ruthless!

To tell your story isn't just my responsibility;
I will make your dreams come true for sure.
If my restless soul can represent yours
then the blood of Bengali will succeed with this nationality!