In the month of victory,
On the day of the victory,
Millions of brothers returned.
That day in this country
In the obsession of joy,
Mete everyone got up.
The pain of losing millions
Kept pressed to the chest.
Hiding the suppressed tears,
He painted a smile of victory.
That smile is a smile of great satisfaction
Whom I call self-satisfaction.
Bengali has been smiling for a long time,
Nurtured in the chest.
Victory finally came,
Millions of lives.
He still remembers the pain,
The pig dies crying.
Victory flag
Flying in the sky,
Mora smiled with joy.
There was respect for them
Those who went to struggle.
Those who have the freedom to bring back
Lost his life;
Awaken the soul of the Bengali,
You will get honor forever