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My Bengal of Gold,I love you.Forever your skies,Your air set my heart in tuneAs if it were a flute.In spring, O mother mine,The fragrance from your mango grovesMakes me wild with joy,Ah, what a thrill!In autumn, O mother mine,In the full blossomed paddy fieldsI have seen spread all over sweet smiles.Ah, what beauty, what shades,What an affection, and what tenderness!What a quilt have you spreadAt the feet of banyan treesAnd along the banks of rivers!Oh mother mine, words from your lipsAre like nectar to my ears.Ah, what a thrill!If sadness, O mother mine,Casts a gloom on your face,My eyes are filled with tears!Golden Bengal,I love you.