In the quiet cradle of dawn's tender light, Where soul and conscience weave their clandestine dance, A bold heart finds liberation, undaunted, fearless— In the realm beyond the tyrant's shadow. Let whispering winds of wisdom breathe, Words unbroken, wild spirits ignite, In the waves of Kemirau's style, Under the echo of Rendra's voice, Echoing powerful in the chambers of truth. Here, the whispered sighs of Pushkin live, A symphony of unfettered dreams, While Tagore's gentle verses paint, Freedom's golden aubade, a fearless anthem. From Rumi's whirling air, love's liberating grace, To Gibran's eyes that burn with light, Each word a constellation, stitched in cosmic ease, Singing of souls that refuse to bow. Oh Iqbal, with your soaring quill, Ink the constellations of courage anew, Against false power's calloused embrace, We rise, we speak, souls in unity aglow. May our voices echo in the halls of night, Where tyrant's fears dare not encroach, For a spirit unfettered, a conscience pure, Knows no chains, in truth’s eternal flight.