I saw the crimson peak in full monsoon

When the wind wakes up and says-

Blood is still shed today;

Krishnachura's many debts to Fagun, or

Fagun near Krishna Chura!

The clouds touch the blue sky

Cities, mosques, temples get wet with rain water

Humanity does not get wet;

I saw God's smile in the child's smile

I did not see God in tears,

God does not get wet with tears

How many graves are increasing day by day.

I haven't heard the news for a long time

You don't have to read newspapers these days.

The smell of blood floats in the air.

A country, or territory

A sea of blood has to be crossed for him;

A city of love, a town

What a sleepless night and sacrifice of womanhood for him.

Still love doesn't happen

Love is defeated by ruthless self-interest.

The blue water of the sea has turned red

The mountain turned red

Roads, rural paths are all red today;

The green nature is painted in the color of Krishnachura.

I see the crimson peak in full monsoon,

Blood and gore today across the city of love.