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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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