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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, O mother mine, the fragrance from your mango groves Makes me wild with joy Ah, what a thrill! In autumn, O 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! O mother mine, words from your lips Are like nectar to my ears. Ah, what a thrill! If sadness, O mother mine, casts a gloom on your face, eyes are filled with tears!
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