Nácer tále egiye caleÁltáráuṋgá mát́iMát́i e to nayko jenoE je ámár má t́iDháner kśeter shiiśe shiiśeSońár álo ut́hche bheseMát́ir mánuś dekhche ceyeSatyi sońá kháṋt́iMát́i ámár má t́iÁkásh tárá phuler suvásMiśt́imadhur jal ár vátásSabár sáthe rayeche morCokh juŕono mát́iMát́i ámár má t́iBandhu jadi bhálabásoEman dine káche esoTomár krpáy gaŕbo ájiSatyi mánuś kháṋt́iMát́i ámár má t́iWith the rhythm of dance it proceeds,This reddish-colored earth.Know that it's not clay only;Lo, it is my mother.In paddy fields on the rice-spikes,Arises a golden light;Men of the land deem that to beThe purest gold indeed...The earth, it is my mother.The stars and sky, the floral scent,Water and air, sweetly pleasant;Along with these abides for meThe soil, so eye-pleasing...The earth, it is my mother.My Friend, if You do hold me dear,This very day, please come near;By Your grace, we will createTrue human beings for real...The earth, it is my mother.

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