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sharthok jawnom amar jonmechhi ei deshe
My life meets its fruition
My motherland,
In having born to your soil
Fulfilled so am I
In having loved you
What do I care
That you are not wealthy like a queen
This I only know
That my limbs are replenished
When I take shelter in your soothing shades
Where could I find
The sweet fragrance of your flowers
Such that offers exquisite bliss?
Where could I gaze at such moonlight
That would stroke my soul like a gentle smile?
From your heavens streamed down
The first rays of the sun
I witnessed in birth
The same light will put me to rest
When I depart.
sharthok jawnom amar jonmechhi ei deshe
My life meets its fruition
My motherland,
In having born to your soil
Fulfilled so am I
In having loved you
What do I care
That you are not wealthy like a queen
This I only know
That my limbs are replenished
When I take shelter in your soothing shades
Where could I find
The sweet fragrance of your flowers
Such that offers exquisite bliss?
Where could I gaze at such moonlight
That would stroke my soul like a gentle smile?
From your heavens streamed down
The first rays of the sun
I witnessed in birth
The same light will put me to rest
When I depart.
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