New year dreams arise,
in all Bengali's heart.
Let's build a golden bangla,
Being happy together.

Weaving dreams in the harvest field
Which we eat throughout the year,
New hope in labor-sweat
Happiness has no limit.

The smell of "pitha" is
in the rhythm of the Bangladesh.
The new year came here
with some of our new hope.

Winter season's wind is blowing,
The harvest is about to grow.
See the smile on the farmer's face
paddy across the yard.

The new year is peeking,
New dawn song.
In the style of new tone -
New Year's hope.

Love yourself on the path of dreams.
The new year came with love
Wishing you peace and good life.