BANGLADESH HISTORY |
NATIONAL ANTHEM OF BANGLADESH Translated by Dr. Ali Ahsan |
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 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 you have spread at the feet of banyan trees and along the banks of rivers ! Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like Necter to my ears ! Ah, what a thrill ! If sadness, mother of mine, casts a gloom on your face, my eyes are filled with tears. |
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