BANGLADESH
April 14th 2015 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
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