A golden ribbon that has no end,
Where the sky and the water beautifully blend.
The longest stretch of the world's finest sand,
The crowning jewel of our green-tinted land.
The Inani rocks where the corals sleep,
And the secrets of ages the blue waves keep.
The Marine Drive winds through the hills and the spray,
As the mountains of green watch the ocean at play.
The roar of the surf is a thunderous sound,
Where the peace of the universe surely is found.
From the Laboni crowd to the Sugandha heat,
The pulse of the nation begins here to beat.
The moon rises high o'er the silent tide,
With nowhere for silver shadows to hide.
The dry-fish scent and the Burmese charm,
A place that is wild, yet peaceful and calm.
Through the salt and the foam and the shifting breeze,
Through the whispering boughs of the Jhau-bon trees.
Cox's Bazar is a dream in the light,
A masterpiece painted in blue and in white.