#BinanceLeadsQ1 Taka Soil, Soil Taka

Taka Soil, Soil Taka,

Life is a whirl in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow a 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 very money is the bond of happiness.

Dreams burn in greed,

Money only deceives.

People of the soil, united in the soil,

No one can walk with money left behind.

That’s why I say, understand this,

Money is not happiness, look at the heart.

People will remain, soil will remain,

Money will just turn to dust!