| National Anthem |
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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 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 ! |
