Ibn Battuta, wanderer of the soul,
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold.
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold,
Spin in the dance, a story to be told.
Once, dreams were murky, a faded display,
Now they shimmer, let the joy hold sway!
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold,
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.
In this soil, fragrant, sow seeds of love,
In this village, be the legends above.
More than the ruler, let perfection prove,
And in your fandom, be a star to move.
Oh, leaders and actors, an invitation we send,
Come, sing together, a celebration to extend!
Unfurl, unfold, the pillars rise in grace,
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to embrace.
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.
Young love, a scythe through a maiden's heart,
Young love, forever, a brand new start.
With you, my love, my life entwined to stay,
No other dwells within, come what may!
Hey, my brother,
Adorn my steed, my brother!
Hey, my brother,
Adorn my steed, my brother!
In fields and farmlands, a romantic song,
Each year, in our home, little ones throng.
Faces of beauty, a carefree stride,
Day and night, with maidens, dance side by side.
Turn not away, don't forsake the call,
Listen, dear heart, the temple bells fall.
Spin in the dance, the world's yours to hold,
Wear your spectacles, let the vision unfold.
Ibn Battuta.
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