You came into being, with the rites of dancing and singing;
You got to your height, with the birth of wind and string.
With your praise, valiant warriors yell and joy,
Under your touch, modest commoners laugh and cry;
With your spur, furious artists fight the Might,
Under your guide, wise philosophers seek the Light.
You, are the very essence of pure art,
and, the very spirit of human mind!
However,
Where is your trace, in the realm of rap and rock?
What is your face, in the reign of cash and cheque?
Hold on, my fellow, to the victorious fight!
Come on, you great, for the illustrious light!