My Bengal of Gold, I love you.
Forever your sky, your air set heart in tune As if it was a flute.
In spring, oh mother mine, the fragrance from your mango groves
Makes me wild with joy Ah, what a thrill !
In autumn, oh 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 !
Oh mother mine, words from your lips Are like nectar to my ears. Ah, what a thrill !
If sadness, oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face, eyes are filled with tears !
See you soon!