$ETH taka soil, soil taka

Taka soil, soil taka,

Life is swirling in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow’s beggar,

The play of time, nothing remains.

Money falls like leaves on trees,

Without hard work, value is empty.

The scent of wet soil in sweat,

That money brings happiness.

Greed burns and dreams break,

Money only tricks you.

Earthly people, merge in the soil,

No one goes while keeping money.

That's why I say, understand this,

Money is not happiness, look at the heart.

People will remain, soil will remain,

Money will only become dust!