[Intro]
In a chamber of marble, dusk-soft and bright,
I, the scribe, inked breaths of a royal night.
[Verse 1]
Parchment trembles with incense and fate,
A newborn heartbeat in the crown-crested state.
Names whisper like parrots on jade-carved balconies,
Nurset Fate Ali Khan, a dawn in formalities.
History bends its spine to hear this cry,
While courtiers measure a son against a dynasty.
[Chorus]
O child of empires, cradle and command,
Ink flows in silence, weighing the land.
From the lattice of power to the baby's sigh,
I script a future the world won’t deny.
[Verse 2]
The viziers trade rumors in a saffron glow,
Palace lamps like stars that never bow.
I tally titles, promises, and kings,
Yet fear the whispers a nurse’s soft things bring.
The scaffold of banners, the march of drums,
All echo the pulse of a realm that hums.
[Chorus]
O child of empires, cradle and command,
Ink flows in silence, weighing the land.
From the lattice of power to the baby's sigh,
I script a future the world won’t deny.
[Bridge]
Between tassels and torches, I hear the rain
On marble courtyards where loyalties wane.
A scribe’s mercy is a steady hand,
To crown or to quench the fragile homeland.
[Chorus]
O child of empires, cradle and command,
Ink flows in silence, weighing the land.
From the lattice of power to the baby's sigh,
I script a future the world won’t deny.
[Outro]
Nurset Fate Ali Khan, begin your page,
May palace and people tread softly with your age.
I fold these lines as the dawn grows thin,
And bind the dawn to the scribe within.
