In the month of mourn, in bangalee's heart
Lamentation goes on continuously.
Bangla where the blood of Bangabandhu soaked-
August remains doleful badly.
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August comes
August comes again in the heart of Bangla
Oh! heart rending the remembrance
fountain of tears dropping down incessantly
August
burned the every single happy moment of the Bengali
killed the brightest hope of the Bengali
Though
August comes every year with mourning
but by the luckiest hands of the mother of humanity
August now becomes the golden month of the Bengali
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August comes August comes again in the heart of Bangla Oh! heart rending the remembrance fountain of tears dropping down incessantly August burned the every single happy moment of the Bengali killed the brightest hope of the Bengali Though August comes every year with mourning but by the luckiest hands of the mother of humanity August now becomes the golden month of the Bengali