#PowellRemarks Taka Soil, Soil Taka

Taka Soil, Soil Taka,

Life is spinning in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow’s beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Without hard work, value is empty.

The smell of wet soil in sweat,

That money brings happiness.

Greed burns and dreams break,

Money just lures you in.

People of the soil, meet in the soil,

No one moves with 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 turn to dust!