In the cradle of the sleeping world, a whisper stirs,
A gentle call through shadowed halls of ancient lore,
Where silence once held sway in muted mirth,
Now rises songs of art, of thought, reborn once more.

An artist’s brush, a scholar’s pen, they paint anew,
The tapestry of life in hues both bold and bright,
From marble veins, a sculptor’s dream breaks through,
Breathing soul into the stone, igniting light.

In court and cloister, wisdom’s flame ignites,
The echoes of forgotten tongues resound,
Philosophy and science, unfurling like a kite,
In minds unshackled, new horizons found.

Oh, Renaissance, your dawn we greet with open eyes,
Awakened hearts, a world reborn through art’s embrace,
In every stroke, every word, a promise lies,
Of endless exploration, the human spirit’s race.