BABY MOUDUD
Sheikh Mujib is the golden boy of Tungipara
The father of the nation, Bangabandhu is immortal
The glory of valient Bangali is a history
The whole world gazes at his bravery with wonder
In the village, he was the loving boy of his parents
He dreamt the independent of the Country
Why the country of rice, the sonar bangla is grave-yard
All Bangali looks like skeletons
My song, my language will mingle with milk and rice.
Why the foreigners will become partner in that?
One day he becomes the leader, he goes to jail,
Hangman’s rope waits for him, got the title of traitor
Calls for the freedom of Bangladesh.
All Bangladeshi turned Mukti Sena, took up their arms
Three million martyrs sacrificed their blood.
Flag made of red and green fast asleep
Under the shade of Tomal tree, green grass and by the river.
Gave his life but his pride was the freedom
Padma Meghna shall flow forever with his glorious name.