NATIONAL ANTEM

                                         --Rabindronath Thakur         

 My bangla of gold i love you

Forever your skies, you 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 there 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 qult have you spread at the feet of?

Banyan tress and along the banks of rivers!

Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like

Nectar to my thrill!

If sadness, Oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,

My eyes are filled with ters

                                                        

 

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FAYSAL MUNSHI