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My Bengale
My Bengal has ceased to exist, |
| The fanatics brandish their sceptre, While cowards walk out with bowed heads. Surely this age belongs to headless demons, Courage and honesty being banished. Bengal is in the clutch of intriguing rulers, My Bengal abounds with flatterers; The rest of the populace comprise : The self-centered, inert and rubbish. I weep over my Bengal to exhaust my tears. |
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