Where the Karnaphuli meets the bay,
The golden light begins to fade away.
The tetrapods stand like guards on the shore,
Against the ocean's deep and rhythmic roar.
The salt-scented breeze and the open sky,
Where the colorful kites of the children fly.
The taste of the Crab and the Chola-boot heat,
As the city and sea in a harmony meet.
The giant ships wait in a line on the blue,
With lights that flicker as the night comes through.
The speedboats race on the crest of the foam,
While the fishermen carry their silver catch home.
The horses are trotting on the sandy path,
After the rain and the monsoon's wrath.
From the Airport road to the Naval's edge,
The promise of peace is a sacred pledge.
It's the soul of our city, its pride and its face,
A bustling, beautiful, sea-swept place.
As the sun dips low in a crimson fire,
The spirit of Patenga climbs ever higher.