$SOL Taka Earth, Earth Taka

Taka Earth, Earth Taka,

Life is spinning in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow he’s a beggar,

The play of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Value is empty without hard work.

The scent of earth soaked in sweat,

That money brings joy to the bond.

Dreams break in the fire of greed,

Money only lures with deception.

Earthy people, we meet in the earth,

No one moves away with money.

That’s why I say, keep it in mind,

Money is not happiness, look to the heart.

People will stay, the earth will stay,

Money will just turn to dust!