MURAD
12-16-2006, 05:20 PM
# ON THE EVE OF THE 35th #
VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH
WISH YOU ALL THE BEST
# THE 35th VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH #
BRINGS YOU EVERY SUCCESS IN YOUR LIFE
TODAY IS THE 35th VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH
ON THAT DAY IN 1971 WE EARN FREEDOM FROM
PAKISTAN AFTER 9 MONTH WAR
ON THE EVE OF THE DAY WE CELEBRATE AND REMEMBAR
ALL WHO DIED IN THE WAR AND WISH PROSPEROUS
BANGLADESH
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BANGLADESH ANTHEM
My Bengal of Gold, I Love you
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine,
the fragrance from your Mango-groves
makes me wild with Joy
Ah, what a thrill! In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
in the full-blossomed paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles!
Ah! what a beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of Banyan trees and along the banks of rivers!
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like
Nectar to my ears!
Ah what a thrill! If sadness, Oh mother mine,
Casts a gloom on your face,
My eyes are filled with tears!
VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH
WISH YOU ALL THE BEST
# THE 35th VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH #
BRINGS YOU EVERY SUCCESS IN YOUR LIFE
TODAY IS THE 35th VICTORY DAY OF BANGLADESH
ON THAT DAY IN 1971 WE EARN FREEDOM FROM
PAKISTAN AFTER 9 MONTH WAR
ON THE EVE OF THE DAY WE CELEBRATE AND REMEMBAR
ALL WHO DIED IN THE WAR AND WISH PROSPEROUS
BANGLADESH
http://www.ferdous.o rg/ffighter03.jpg
BANGLADESH ANTHEM
My Bengal of Gold, I Love you
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine,
the fragrance from your Mango-groves
makes me wild with Joy
Ah, what a thrill! In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
in the full-blossomed paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles!
Ah! what a beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of Banyan trees and along the banks of rivers!
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like
Nectar to my ears!
Ah what a thrill! If sadness, Oh mother mine,
Casts a gloom on your face,
My eyes are filled with tears!