作曲 : Joan Baez
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 
Bangladesh, Bangladesh 
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 commands 
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 
© 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)