In the heart of our land, a beacon shines bright,
A soul that crafts wonders, both day and night.
With hands that shape dreams, through colors and words,
A legacy woven with passion, so strongly it girds.

A melody composed in the silence of thought,
Each note a reflection of battles once fought.
The canvas of life, painted with care,
Telling stories of triumph, of love, and despair.

A sculptor of hope, a weaver of dreams,
Through the artist’s eyes, the world softly gleams.
Each creation a testament to the spirit within,
A journey of truth, in each stroke and spin.

So let us honor, with hearts full of pride,
The national artist, our nation’s true guide.
For in their art, our history resides,
A tapestry of culture, through which our spirit abides.