The hills of Bandarban,

The emerald slopes,

And the magic of sunlight,

Left me stunned.

The fog of wonder,

In the dreamland by the Sangu,

The darkness of black clouds,

The roar of thunder.

A true meaning of life,

The gentle breeze,

Mother Nature's messenger.

The stream,

A reflection of the sun's golden rays!

Oh, never should it set,

Just stay and stay!

One life might be little,

To admire the hidden beauty, 

anyway.

No way to replay,

The wondrous scene of gold.

As the sun rises,

Its beauty starts to unfold,

Never to grow old.