The Scribe’s Song

(Verse 1) By Vosk’s soft flow, where jasmine blooms, I toil in halls ‘neath flickering rooms. In robes of blue, with ink-stained hand, I guard the laws of this gentle land. No sleep I claim when truth’s at stake, For fair deals sworn, no bond may break. The Home Stone shines, my heart’s own guide, In Jasmine’s name, I stand with pride.(Chorus) Oh, Jasmine fair, by the river’s grace, Your honest trade is my sacred place. Through sleepless nights, my quill holds true, To scribe the justice our city’s due. From quiet docks to market’s call, I’m the scribe who serves to honor all.(Verse 2) Merchants come with spices fine, Their contracts sealed by this hand of mine. No favor bends the codes I keep, My caste demands a truth so deep. The kajira’s fate, I mark with care, Her history traced, her health laid bare. No stolen soul may pass our gate, I write the truth to guard her fate.(Chorus) Oh, Jasmine fair, by the river’s grace, Your honest trade is my sacred place. Through sleepless nights, my quill holds true, To scribe the justice our city’s due. From quiet docks to market’s call, I’m the scribe who serves to honor all.(Bridge) The river hums with Bazi’s sails, Their tea-bound blooms in our market hails. Yet every deal, I weigh, I sift, No coin can sway my caste’s strict gift. With weary eyes and hands of ink, I forge the chains that bind us link by link. For Jasmine’s heart, my vigil stands, To keep our laws with steady hands.(Verse 3) The citizen comes with a humble plea, I counsel fair ‘tween the great and free. No bribe may turn my quill aside, The Home Stone’s truth is my only guide. Each scroll I craft holds Jasmine’s soul, Of honest trade that makes us whole. Through endless nights, my work’s my vow, To keep our city’s honor now.(Chorus) Oh, Jasmine fair, by the river’s grace, Your honest trade is my sacred place. Through sleepless nights, my quill holds true, To scribe the justice our city’s due. From quiet docks to market’s call, I’m the scribe who serves to honor all.(Outro) So raise the cup where paga flows, For scribes who bear what the Vosk bestows. With ink and truth, I’ll guard our name, And keep alight sweet Jasmine’s flame. In silent halls, my heart will sing, Of fairness wrought where freedom rings.