ভালো মানুষ নই রে মোরা
Bhalo manush noi re mora
We aren't the most agreeable sort,
Certainly we are not.
When it comes to virtue, grace or plus,
This is what we got.
In places we have gone by far
Infamous we have been,
Wherever we have stepped a course
Dangers kept us keen.
Books we never agree with
Always the converse
Among any grace we have,
This is all a plus.
Ungodly times that we were born
All things fell apart,
The pious planets had to flee
Blasphemy had the start.
Whenever we have set afloat
Misfortune takes the show,
We have no hopes of reaping fruit,
Can only hope to flow.
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