Amar Shonar Bangla (My Golden Bengal)
My Bengal of gold, I love you
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine, the fragrance from
your mango-groves makes me wild with joy-
Ah, what a thrill !
In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
in the full-blossomes paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles !
Ah, what a beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness !
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of
banyan trees and along the banks of rivers !
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like
Nectar to my ears !
Ah, what a thrill !
If sadness, Oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears !
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