Them song

National song is a them of a nation.Our national song is writen by our world poet Robindronath thaquer.Our national song hardly touch our mind.National song is sung every national ocation,begaining school time and every time in every people mind.Here is our national songs english meaning.
                                                           My Bengal of Gold,                                                          

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                                                                   I love you.
                                                             Forever your skyes,
                                                      your air set my hert in tune,
                                                              As if it were a flute
                                                      My Bangla of gold
                                                               I love you
                                                           In spring,O mother mine,
                                                     The fragrance from your mango groves
                                                                Make me wild with joy.
                                                      An,What a thril!!!
                                                             In autumn,O mother mine
                                                      The fragrance from your mango groves
                                                             Make me wild with joy.
                                                       In autumn,O mother mine,
                                                             In the full blossimed paddy fields
                                                       Ihave seen spread all over sweet smiles
                                                             My Bangla of gold
                                                              I love you
                                                       Ah,what beauty,what shades,
                                                              What an affection,and what tenderness.
                                                      what a quit have you spread
                                                               At the feet of banyan trees.
                                                       and alongthe banks of river!!
                                                               O mother mine,words from your lips
                                                      are like nectar to my ears
                                                               Ah,what athrill!!!
                                                       if sadness,o mother mine,
                                                               Cats a gloom on your face,
                                                       My eyes as filled with tears!
                                                               My Bengal of Gold,
                                                                   I love you