My golden Bengal, I love you.
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune as if it were a flute
O mother! the aroma of the mango orchard in the spring time drives me crazy,
Ah, what a thrill!
O mother! in Late Autumn time sees smiles all through mature fields of paddy.
What beauty, what shades, what affection, what tenderness!
What a quilt have you spread at the feet of banyan trees and along the bank of every river
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like nectar to my ears.
Ah, what a thrill!
If sadness, O mother! casts a gloom on your face, my eyes are filled with tears!