Whose job is to produce crops for us,He is our farmer brother, For which we can eat rice, He is our farmer brother. In the hot summer sun, and, The monsoon rains, Cultivation that does, He is our farmer brother. morning and evening work, In that sweaty rice, that doesn't stop That is our farmer brother. Take home with a smile, In that festival of Navanna, harvest man, Our farmer brother. Learning to improve, In an area of the village, The man who cultivates, He is our farmer brother.For which we today, Bengali with fish and rice, For which Bangladesh today, A major agricultural country, That is our farmer brother.
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O Land of Green Ceremonies, love you O land of chirping birds, love you O land of independent dreams, love you O Land of Rabindranath Kazi Nazrul, love you love you country A country that is independent in exchange for 30 lakh martyrs, The motherland of the river, I love your country. love you country Salam is the land of Jabbar's martyrs. Free country of red green, My homeland is my country.love you country English rulers or Pakistani convicts, Can't take possession of you, O country. you are my country love you country You are my beloved country. You are everyone's favorite. Bangladesh is an independent country.
By Mohammad Dihanul Alam Khan 2 years ago in Poets
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