#PowellRemarks Taka Earth, Earth Taka

Taka Earth, Earth Taka,

Life is in a cycle in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow’s beggar,

The game of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Value is empty without hard work.

The smell of wet earth in sweat,

That money brings happiness.

Dreams break in greed's fire,

Money only lures with deception.

Earthly people, we meet in earth,

No one walks leaving money behind.

That's why I say, understand this,

Money is not happiness, look at the mind.

People will remain, earth will remain,

Money will only turn to dust!