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 mine, the fragrance from

You mango-groves make me wild 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 quit have you spread at the banks of rivers!

Oh mother mines, 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,

My eyes are filled with tears!