Don't mind the lyrics

She's a mystery, I can't handle,

A beauty both sweet and sour.

One can't handle her temper,

For she's mighty and full of power.

She has mood swings,

Sometimes wild sometimes soft.

She can get angry,

And fly your mind aloft.

Either way she's a sacred haven,

A lovely lady full of spirit.

With her traditional yet elegant style,

She's a woman without limit.

She's strong, she's pretty,

She's my lively Dhaka city.

Full of hope and vibrant nature,

She's our pride, a sacred treasure.