My Bengal of gold, I love you
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Forever your skies,
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your air set my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
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In Spring, Oh mother mine,
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the fragance from
your mango-groves makes me wild with joy-
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Ah, what a thrill!
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In Autumn, Oh mother mine,
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In the full-blossoms paddy fields,
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I have seen spread all over - sweet smiles!
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Ah, what a beauty, what shades,
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what an affection
and what a tenderness!
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What a quilt have you spread at the feet of
banyan trees and along the banks of rivers!
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Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like
Nectar to my ears
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Ah, what a thrill!
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If sadness, Oh mother mine,
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casts a gloom on your face,
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My eyes are filled with tears
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My Golden Bengla 