The song of the proletariat

^{(By Manik Chakraborty – Bangladesh)}

We are workers

We are laborers

We are tillers of the land,

we fly

In all ages

Aim for development.

We turn mill wheel we farm,

Grow in the field golden harvest

Daily twelve months.

we push push car

We sweat we live starving

Not the cost of labor.

We are workers

We are laborers proletariat

We are laborers

We are the life of the country

we listen in tears

The song of the proletariat.