I want my mother tongue to be Bengali,
Karima Khan Dulari,
Khulna District Phultala.

I heard from my mother, the history of the 1971 war.
In this golden Bangladesh, how many brothers and sisters have been killed or are dead?
I imagine all those scenes, remembering the dead bodies.
My heart beats with blood, my chest aches.
I heard that the country was liberated by a brave boy on December 16.
He gave his life to save the country, in 1971.

Everything is stopped at a rapid pace, these heroes of Bangladesh.
The country must be liberated, I have to run and leave my nest.
This homeland is my love, my beloved homeland.
This golden Bangladesh of mine, is as precious as my mother.
There will be no more burning, no more bloodshed.
Everyone's humanity will awaken, no one will be destitute.

That love is still in everyone's mind, after Bangladesh.
Happiness and peace for a lifetime, I see it as if it were in the house of the Bengali mother.
Bengalis are the best heroic children, in everyone's heart and soul.
All the martyrs will be remembered forever as memories.
For my mother's language, millions of people had come down.
I will keep my mother tongue, and go ahead to the war.

The enemy army rushed in, shaking this world of Bengal.
While confronting them, so much fresh life has flowed.
There are Rafiq Shafiq Barkat and many other names on the pages of memory.
They are immortal, no matter how much they paid for their sacrifice.
Even today, no one has forgotten, the memories of the war are loud.
That terrible feeling echoes deep in the heart.