The thunder roared on a March midnight,
To spark the flame of a glorious fight.
A call was heard from a voice so bold,
To break the chains of the shackles of old.
From the green of the fields to the river's shore,
The people arose with a lion's roar.
Farmers and students, side by side,
Turning the fear into national pride.
Nine long months of the blood and the tears,
To conquer the shadows of oppressive years.
The red sun rose on a flag of deep green,
The bravest sacrifice the world has seen.
Twenty-sixth March is a vow and a light,
That freedom will shine through the darkest night.
We honor the martyrs who gave us their all,
Who answered the motherland's desperate call.
From the Port of our city to the Dhaka street,
The heartbeat of liberty is rhythmic and sweet.
A sovereign nation, a land of the free,
Our destiny carved for the whole world to see.