$ETH Taka Earth, Earth Taka

Taka Earth, Earth Taka,

Life goes in circles in Dhaka.

Today’s king, tomorrow’s beggar,

The play of time, nothing remains.

Money falls from the leaves of trees,

Without hard work, value is empty.

The scent of wet earth in sweat,

In that money lies the bond of happiness.

Dreams burn in greed,

Money only deceives.

Earthy people, meet in the earth,

No one walks away 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!