ÁMÁR NADI MADHUMATI
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PADMÁ NADIR PRIITI NIYE
SÁGAR PÁNE DHÁO
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ÁMÁR NADI MADHUMATI
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TOMÁR PHÚLE PHALE BHARÁ
JÁ KICHU SAB MADHUKŚARÁ
MIŚT́I MÁNUŚA MIŚT́I KÁSH KUSHA
MIŚT́I COKHE CÁO
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ÁMÁR NADI MADHUMATI
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BHÁLOBÁSI TOMÁY ÁMI
RAYE CHI O CARAŃ CÚMI
BÁNGLÁ MÁYER SHOBHÁ TUMI
ÁJ KENO SHUKÁO
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ÁMÁR NADI MADHUMATI
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O my river Madhumati
unto which country do you flow?
Carrying the love and attraction of the Padma river
you rush towards the ocean.
You nourish flowers and fruits
that sweetly scatter about.
Sweet human beings,
look with sweet eyes
at those sweet grasses.
I love you and kiss your feet.
O decorative mother of Bengal,
why are you drying up today?