Mujib I want you Bangla
Rain Khatun
The silent sky, the silent wind whispered in my ear.
Mujib, I want you, Bengali,
New society, new people changed Bengal.
It is as if the familiar nature has gradually become unfamiliar;
Faces and masks, clothes and bodies have become unrecognizable.
The people of Bengal have forgotten to love, they have forgotten justice,
Humanity has forgotten more.
Everyone is busy pursuing their own interests in the name of humanity,
Mujib, I want you, Bengal.
Today, that familiar melody is no longer in Sonar Bangla;
That familiar song; Jari, Shari, Bhatiali rural songs,
There is no sweet song in the voice of a Baul!
This change is unacceptable.
Mujib, I want you, Bengal.
The procession of corpses has increased today in the Bengal of dreams,
That familiar self-scream again,
We want to live, we want to survive.
O Father of Banga, Bengal in its new form,
It has become a city of death in a new rhythm.
This Bengali wants you.
This is a terrible time, of great pain, of utter darkness,
At this time, the Bengali people need you very much,
Bangabandhu Sheikh Mujibur Rahman, I want you, Bangla.
