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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 frafrance 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
Necter to my ears!
Ah, what a thrill!
If sadness, Oh
mother mine, casts a gloom on your face, my ears are filled
with tears!
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