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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 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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