Oh, land of rivers, lush and green,
A tapestry of beauty, serene.
Fields of gold, where farmers toil,
Life springs forth from your fertile soil.
Your skies sing with birds in flight,
Your days are warm, your stars alight.
The Padma flows with stories untold,
Of courage, freedom, hearts of gold.
From Dhaka’s streets to Sundarbans wild,
Nature and culture are beautifully styled.
The roar...
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