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Translated from the original Bengali by the Author.

 is our own, the darling of our hearts, the Shantiniketan.

Our dreams are rocked in her arms. Her face is a fresh wonder of love every time we see her,

For she is our own, the darling of our heart.

In the shadows of her trees we meet, In the freedom of her open sky. Her mornings come and her evenings Bringing down heaven’s kisses, Making us feel anew that she is our own, the darling of our heart.

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