Sweet path, green grass bent on both sides
In the middle, his man's footprints on the chest.
Small houses, farmer's land beyond the yard
The life of Bengal is so much a picture of every village in Bengal.
Laughter on the face, happiness and sorrow spread,
The scent of green in the air, the river flowing in the distance.
The pull of the soil, the curved flute of the Poush farmer
The life of Bengal is so much a picture of every village in Bengal.
Little hope, the boat to conquer sorrow in floating
Season comes and season goes and the image of the village changes.
Peasants 'gossip, fireflies' flickering lights
The life of Bengal is so much a picture of every village in Bengal.
Chai comes, Magh comes, Kalbaishakh comes
Semen is won by courage, hard working peasant society.
The new creation of the farmer on the horizon pair of green fields,
Pictures of every village in Bengal painted in green.
