Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 When the sun sinks in the west
 Die a million people of the Bangladesh

 The story of Bangladesh
 Is an ancient one again made fresh
 By blind men who carry out commmands
 Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands
 Which is to sacrifice a people for a land

 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 When the sun sinks in the west
 Die a million people of the Bangladesh

 Once again we stand aside
 And watch the families crucified
 See a teenage mother's vacant eyes
 As she watches her feeble baby try
 To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies

 And the students at the university
 Asleep at night quite peacefully
 The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
 And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread
 And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red

 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 When the sun sinks in the west
 Die a million people of the Bangladesh

 Did you read about the army officer's plea
 For donor's blood? It was given willingly
 By boys who took the needles in their veins
 And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained
 No time to comprehend and there was little pain

 And so the story of Bangladesh
 Is an ancient one again made fresh
 By all who carry out commands
 Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand
 Which say to sacrifice a people for a land

 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 When the sun sinks in the west
 Die a million people of the Bangladesh