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 mothers mine,
casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!