Bengal is my country and I love it.

I cry in its plight and smile in its joy.

The brothers and sisters of Bengal are my playmates.
Their hearts fills mine with love.
Its fruits, flowers and water,
the smiling lotus of dawn,
dispel the fog of gloom that had accumulated for eras.

Its hopes and aspirations,
its charming language
find fruition in Universalism.
The spread of intuition in its boys and girls,
O Lord,
shall lead to merging with the Cosmic idea.


(in this song, Bengal can be changed with the name of one’s own country - source is an Ananda Marga magazine from that time found in the Berlin Sector sectorial office)