Poem
Astyami-full moon! Full moon-full moon!
I can stop the darkness of the trap-trap!
Excellency is the great commander Mahamahim!
S.Akshit Mohandha Dhritarashtra-Free Iron-Bhima!
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Kara-bahu, Raj-Rahu-Gras-free moon win six times!
If you come to the sea, the nine-year free-embankment of the sea!
Nahavha Tarni Phani-Manasa crown in your knot,
Udhite tahamajajitika bhedia deep darkness!
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Welcome purav-pratap, prabuddha nava mohabali!
Damn-suppression-bone-bone, multicellular chunky!
Welcome lion-force-kumar! Welcome to the commander!
Unconditional Warfare-Routine-Perth-Maharathi!
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
You have been destroyed by the brutal Raj-Kangsan dynasty
Ashthi-full moon, broken stone-sacrifice!
Shantistenara Kandari in the turmoil!
Narayani-Sena-Senaadhitha, the defeat of Sapatapara!
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milan-Padma-Bhagirathi!
The eruption of the erupt smoke eruption!
The day-to-day guests are more likely to get younger.
Joy Bangla full moon, Joy Joy Adi-detainee!
Joy-era-era-commander, Joy Pran is endless!
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
From the heavens, the mother has given you the dosage on the ground,
Shyamalera the green pine in his pineanera Shyam shine.
He is filled with the sweet smell of affection,
Mother weeping in the voice of the river, 'Where are my dulal?'
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Die-water, S Bir! Today you will have to find out,
The memory of the missing mother is mixed in the soil, oh!
Mother's ashes of thirty-three million blood mixed with blood
Mothers weeping between them, so our motherland
Welcome to Farid, Faridpur, Madaribir of Madaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milan-Padma-Bhagirathi!
S hero! Era-era commander! The army wants the command,
Dizziness, trembling earth, fire in the bulging fire and smoke.
O hero of the thirty-three million prisoners,
The prisoner's mother is going to be the strength of your house sword.
Welcome to Farid of Faridpur, Mardabe of Padaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
Do not touch the gulal chain, I can not do Pranam Pa'ay,
In the voice of anger, the sufferer only suffers the grief of the guru.
If the mother should order the order, the free will be ordered,
Enemy-sword-chin-mund danibai-foot-bowl-kiss
Welcome to Farid of Faridpur, Mardabe of Padaripur,
Bangla-Mother Book Manik, Milon Padma-Bhagirathi!
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Nice poem