Oh Brahmaputra, when I eye the people of world
Admiring width of the Amazon or length of the Nile,
I 'm pained much missing you the most left unadmired,
To your lots, only flood stories to which you reconsile.
We know not your values, we care not your power
Uncontrollable rain or wild drain fill you to the fullest
Antagonizing you with anger to blast the fertile valley
To my farmers' agonies and tears in eyes to the fullest.
We corrupt the money that flows for your nurture
As the evil rules with lusty blood in our dirty vein,
Failing to treat you with needs to be nation's friend
Justified is your anger against demons in guise of men.