National Anthem

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  !