Pitch pour roads! Ever calm city,
Sometimes the sound is heated.
The constant crowd of people crowded,
How many dreams did the Sylhet soil?
The last night's quiet,
Illuminated road with colorful lights.
Sylhet city is the grave of the Oulid,
Today, the city of peace, Sylhet Today, Abadi.
Sometimes wearing dense fog sheets,
In the tea garden, there is a cold winter.
I love the city of life,
Ananya is a figure in this form.
This glorious city of glory,
Look at the beauty of Bengal as a beauty.
History and tradition climbing,
Sylheti surrounded by humanity's bridge.
