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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-blossomed 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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