I was born in this land,
I love my country,
Open skies and open air,
I smile with a free heart.
The rivers, the sea, Bengal is mine,
The language from a mother's mouth,
It awakens a thousand hopes,
The will to live within my soul.
At every dawn, the magpie robin calls,
And beckons me as its own,
Hills and mountains, fertile fields,
Found in every winding turn.
Here, the farmers toil,
Spending their days in the fields,
When weary, in the shade of trees,
They play and sing with joy.
I take pride in this nation,
For I was born in this land,
I shall live like a king,
By loving my country.
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