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National Anthem
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 monther 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 smile!
Ah! what a beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what a tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of
banyan tree 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 mnther, casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!
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