In the rhythm of ancient drums, my heart finds its beat,
Echoes of ancestors whisper tales so sweet,
Colors of tradition paint my soul’s retreat,
In every dance, in every melody, I feel complete.

From the woven fabrics of stories old,
My culture’s warmth, in its folds, I hold,
Through songs sung in voices bold,
Its essence in my veins, like gold.

Festivals light up the night, a celestial delight,
Lanterns and love, shining so bright,
Each custom, a star in the cultural sky,
Guiding us forward, as time goes by.

My heritage, my pride, a beacon of light,
In its embrace, everything feels right,
A timeless bond, so pure and tight,
My culture, my story, my eternal flight.