金色的孟加拉

amar sonar Bangla, ami tomay bhalobasi

chirodin tomar akash, tomar batas

amar prane bajay banshi

oma fagune tor amer boler ghrane pagol kore

mori hay hay re

oma oghrane tor bhora kshete ki dekhechhi,

ami ki dekhechhi modhur hasi

ma tor mukher bani amar kane lage sudhar moto

mori hay hay re

ma tor bodon khani molin hole

ami noyon jole bhasi

My Bengal of gold, I love you.

Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune

As if it were a flute.

In spring, O mother mine, the fragrance from your mango groves

Makes me wild with joy

Ah, what a thrill!

In autumn, O mother mine,

In the full blossomed paddy fields

I have seen spread all over sweet smiles.

Ah, what a beauty, what shades, what an affection

And what a tenderness!

What a quilt have you spread at the feet of Banyan trees

And along the banks of rivers!

O mother mine, words from your lips

Are like nectar to my ears.

Ah, what a thrill!

If sadness, O mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,

eyes are filled with tears!

金色的孟加拉，我的母亲，我爱你。

我心里永远歌唱你的蓝天，你的空气。

金色的孟加拉，我的母亲，我爱你。

在那十一月和十二月里，芒果林中清香扑鼻，使我心醉，使我神迷。

在那九月里和十月里，稻谷一片金黄，长得无比温柔，无比美丽。

金色的孟加拉，我的母亲，我爱你。

在那榕树下，在河岸上，你铺开你的长裙，它的样子多么神奇。

你的话语有如甘露，令人心旷神怡，金色的孟加拉，我的母亲，我爱你。

啊，我的母亲，你如果沉下脸来，我将热泪滚滚，为你哭泣，我将为你哭泣。