My golden bangla, I love you
Forever your skies, you...
My golden bangla, I love you
Forever your skies, your air set my heart in tune as if it were a flute,
In Spring, Oh mother mine, the fragrance from your mango-groves makes me wild with joy-
Ah, what a thrill!
In Autumn, Oh 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!
Oh mother mine, words from your lips are like Nectar to my ears!
Ah, what a thrill!
If sadness, Oh mother mine, casts a gloom on your face,
my eyes are filled with tears!
with love from a bengali hindu from india
your racial brother
Islam (surrender)'s five majab (al-shadah,al- salah,al- syiam, al- haj. Al- zakat) : neither understood nor implemented : if Islam was understood and implemented , there wouldn't have been so many thieves, liars, conmen, hoodlums and prostitutes in Islamic society.
You can't get a round cake from a square pan.sum of the equation is 0 because the 'main character has not been formed. A Mussalman is not born but made. Prophet Himself was not born as Muslim but was transformed after the revelation and his character was reformed.