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 make 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! |