Bipul harashe nabin barashe
Jagiche moder pranBanglar pran ek hok aji
Subishal sumahanKhandita name janani banga
Antare raje bishwa pritiGupta danab bhrukuti moder
Parane jagai bhranta bhitiTamasi rajani haye jabe bhor
Udibe tapan purbachaleSonar bangla amar bangla
Jabige abar amita baleNaba barasher hriday gabhire
Rayeche gopane mukti ashaChira adrita arjya rishir
Phire pabo more mauna bhasha```
Translation:```
With great joy in the New YearOur hearts are awakening.
Let the hearts of all the BengalisBecome one, great and vast.
Bengal is not two, Bengal is not divided;In one Bengal, let the world-love abide.
The torture of the undivine hostile forcesCreates false fear in the heart of Bengal.
A tenebrous night will blossom into beauty’s day.The sun of wisdom-light will dawn.
O golden Bengal, O immortal Bengal,Will once more see the light of the Infinite.
In the heart of the new yearThe liberation-hope will feed us.
We shall once more receive the silence-languageOf Immortality
From the Aryan sages of the hoary past. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Mother-Land, Father-Land, I Love You, Agni Press, 1980
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