Above the world where the eagles fly,
In the velvet blue of the highland sky.
Bandarban rises in a cloak of green,
The wildest beauty that the eyes have seen.
Through the winding roads where the shadows play,
The Sangu river carves its rocky way.
A ribbon of silver in a valley of gold,
Where the ancient tales of the hills are told.
From the Nilgiri heights where the clouds drift by,
You can touch the stars and the moon in the sky.
A sea of mist at the break of the day,
Washing the peaks in a coat of gray.
The Bogakain Lake on the mountain's crest,
Where the legends of dragons eternally rest.
And Sajek's neighbor, the Chimbuk hill,
Where the air is fresh and the world is still.
The wooden homes on the bamboo stakes,
Where the spirit of the Marma and Mru awakes.
With the scent of the wild and the forest's breath,
Far from the city and the rush of death.
The Buddha Dhatu Jadi, the Golden Temple's light,
Shining like a beacon in the middle of night.
A crown of gold on a mountain of jade,
In a masterpiece that the nature has made.