With great joy in the New Year

Our hearts are awakening.

Let the hearts of all Bengalis

Become one, great and vast.

Bengal is not two, Bengal is not divided;

In one Bengal, let the world-love abide.

The torture of the undivine hostile forces

Creates false fear in the heart of Bengal.

A tenebrous night will blossom into beauty's day.

The sun of wisdom-light will dawn.

The golden Bengal, the immortal Bengal,

Will once more see the Light of the Infinite.

In the heart of the New Year

The liberation-hope will feed us.

We shall once more receive the silence-language

Of Immortality

From the Aryan sages of the hoary past.

From:Sri Chinmoy,India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997
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