In the whispers of the wind, tales of old unfold,
A dance of shadows, a story yet untold.
Through silent temples and vibrant markets’ hum,
Echoes of the ancients, to us they come.

Footsteps on cobblestones, a rhythm of the past,
Bridging time and space, a heritage so vast.
Songs of the earth, carried on the breeze,
In every grain of sand, in the rustle of the trees.

Colors bleed from history, in tapestries and walls,
Each thread a memory, each brushstroke calls.
From the heart of mountains to the depths of the sea,
Our culture, our legacy, forever to be.

Hands that craft, voices that sing,
In every gesture, the past they bring.
A mosaic of lives, a heritage grand,
In the soul of the people, our culture will stand.