O my mom! <br />O my Bangladesh! <br />O my Bangladesh of Gold! <br />I love you mom I love you. <br /> <br />O my mom! Your sky and your air <br />Attract me like a flute-player! <br />O my mom! <br />O my Bangladesh! <br />O my Bangladesh of Gold! <br />I love you mom I love you. <br /> <br />O my mom! <br />In spring in mango gardens <br />I have smelt holy fragrance! <br />O my mom! <br />O my Bangladesh! <br />O my Bangladesh of Gold! <br />I love you mom I love you. <br /> <br />O my mom! <br />What have I seen in autumn? <br />Fields full of crops so handsome! <br />O my mom! <br />O my Bangladesh! <br />O my Bangladesh of Gold! <br />I love you mom I love you. <br /> <br />O the beauty and the shadow <br />Where my affection and love grow <br />Under the banyan trees and <br />On the shores of rivers that flow! <br /> <br />O my mom! <br />Your words are sweetest to me! <br />If you look pale and gloomy: <br />I shed tears in sympathy. <br />O my mom! <br />O my Bangladesh! <br />O my Bangladesh of Gold! <br />I love you mom I love you.<br /><br />Asif Andalib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-my-bangladesh-of-gold-original-by-rabindranath-tagore/
