The fight is just for one language
Mother learns to speak that language
The first language is spoken,
That language is the language of life, first love.
How much blood flooded the highway
How many young people have sacrificed
Only Bengali will be spoken,
Today that language dies in shame.
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How much pain, how much anger
The sound of the procession was heard
At one of the 52,
Why dried flowers today,
The beetle is everywhere in the conscience.