Land of rivers, wide and free,
Where green fields meet the endless sea.
The Padma flows with mighty grace,
Through every heart, in every place.
Golden Bengal, with skies so wide,
Your beauty shines, no need to hide.
The sun that rises on your shore,
Fills our souls with dreams and more.
Your soil is rich, your people strong,
In every struggle, we belong.
From freedom's fight, we stood as one,
Until the battle’s end was won.
The spirit of '71 still glows,
In every breeze that softly blows.
The red and green of our flag so bright,
Symbol of peace, but ready to fight.
In Dhaka's streets, the world collides,
With culture rich and endless strides.
From bustling markets to quiet prayer,
Every corner, life is there.
The Sundarbans, where tigers roam,
And mangroves stretch, nature’s home.
The Cox's shores, where waters gleam,
A paradise, a peaceful dream.
From jute to rice, we cultivate,
Through rain and shine, we innovate.
Our hands are calloused, but spirits high,
We reach the stars, we touch the sky.
Yet, it's the people who truly shine,
In every heart, there's something divine.
A land of poets, song, and art,
With courage and love in every heart.
O Bangladesh, my pride, my land,
I hold you gently in my hand.
Through joy, through tears, you stand so tall,
My Bangladesh, I love you all.
Your future bright, your past a guide,
In every storm, in every tide.
We rise together, hand in hand,
In unity, we proudly stand.
So here’s to you, my nation dear,
Through every laugh and every tear.
My Bangladesh, I sing your song,
In your embrace, I know I belong.
