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, O mother mine, the fragrance from your mango groves Makes mewild with joy- Ah, what a thrill! In autumn, O 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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