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-grives makes me wild with joy Ah,wht a thrill !
In Atumn,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 baneyan tress 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 !
[ Original in Bangali By Rabindranath Tagore ]
