Festivals Unite

What I was searching these days,

Came in an unexpected way,

We fight for not having unity,

But it's in the sky and in the wettest clay,

For the oneness of the whole,

Are made these great days in small days,

For shutting the voice of hostile souls,

In a thread in a wall and a hundred different ways,

Comes these festive days in our nation,

And in our souls when we are down,

When we regret being us,

To bind all our smiles and our frown,

For being in a land full of delights,

Come these thoughts and among us recite.