My
Golden Bengal
I
love thee
Love,
forever thy sky
thy air set my heart
Forever in tune of a flute.
Oh!
My motherland, in spring
the fragrance of mango
groves make me wild
with joy of unexpected thrill.
In
autumn I see the sweet smile
in the full blossomed
paddy fields
What a beauty, what a shade
affection and tenderness in thee
You have spread wonder
quilt at the feet of banyan trees
along the bank of rivers!
Your
words oh! my motherland
is nectar to my ears
that brings real thrill!
Any gloom in you,
Oh! my motherland
fills our eyes with tears
My Golden Bengal
I love thee!
the fragrance of mango
groves make me wild
with joy of unexpected thrill.
in the full blossomed
paddy fields
What a beauty, what a shade
affection and tenderness in thee
You have spread wonder
quilt at the feet of banyan trees
along the bank of rivers!
is nectar to my ears
that brings real thrill!
Any gloom in you,
Oh! my motherland
fills our eyes with tears
My Golden Bengal
I love thee!
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