National Anthem

My Bengal God, I love you
Forever your skies, our air set in my heart in tune
as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine, the fragrance from
your mango-groves makes me wild with joy-
Ahh, what a thrill!
In Autum, Oh mother mine,
in full-blossomed paddy fields,
I have seen spread all over sweet-smiles,
Ah, what beauty, what shades, what an affection
and what 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
Nectar to my ears!
Ah, what a thrill!
If sandness, Oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!