My Golden Bengal
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 of mine, the fragrance from your mango groves makes me wild with joy.
Oh, what a thrill!
In autumn, oh mother mine, in the full blossomed paddy fields
I have seen sweet smiles spread all over.
Oh, what beauty, what shades, what affection and what tenderness!
What a quilt you have spread at the feet of the banyan trees and along the banks of the rivers!
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like honey to my ears.
Oh, what a thrill!
If sadness, dear mother mine, casts a gloom on your face, my eyes are filled with tears!