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11 (22/9/1982) D



NÁCER TÁLE EGIYE CALE ÁLTÁ RÁḾGÁ MÁT́I
MÁT́I E TO NAYKO JENO E JE ÁMÁR MÁT́I


DHÁNER KHETER SHIIŚE SHIIŚE
SONÁR ÁLO UT́HCHE BHESE
MÁT́IR MÁNUŚ DEKHACHE CEYE
SATYI SONÁ KHÁNT́I
MÁT́I ÁMÁR MÁT́I

ÁKÁSH TÁRÁ PHULER SUVÁS
MIŚT́I MADHUR JAL ÁR VÁTÁS
SABÁR SÁTHE RAHECHE MOR
COKH JUŔÁNO MÁT́I
MÁT́I ÁMÁR MÁT́I

BANDHU YADI BHÁLOBÁSO,
EMAN DINE KÁCHE ESO
TOMÁR KRIPÁY GAŔABO ÁJI
SATYAI MÁNUŚ KHÁŃT́I
MÁT́I ÁMÁR MÁT́I


This reddish earth moves on and on
in the rhythm of dance.
You should know that this is not merely soil
this earth is my mother.

In its fields, the sheaves of grain
gleam with golden light.
The children of its soil
bear an outlook of true gold.

O earth, my mother earth!

With its sky and stars,
with the fragrance of flowers
and its sweet water and air
with all these
remains my eyes consoling land.

O earth, my mother earth!

O Lord,
if You truly love me,
on such auspicious day,
come to me.

By Your grace
I will build true and perfect human beings.

O earth, my mother earth!








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