Bukhara

Ancient walls of brick and clay,
Where history breathes both night and day.
Bukhara stands with majestic grace,
Time cannot fade this sacred place.

The Ark Citadel rises high and bold,
Where kings and khans ruled worlds of old.
Its mighty fortress keeps the past,
A timeless shield that will always last.

Kalyan Minaret touches the clear blue sky,
Guiding the caravans traveling by.
The turquoise domes of Mir-i Arab gleam,
Like a beautiful, endless desert dream.

Naqshbandi’s shrine brings peace and light,
A holy shelter in the quiet night.
Sitorai Mokhi-Khosa blooms with pride,
Where royal gardens and secrets hide.

In cozy teahouses, the wood fire burns,
As the golden wheel of hospitality turns.
Masters of gold embroidery weave their thread,
By the spirit of ancient ancestors led.

Oh, land of warm hearts and open doors,
Blessings rain down on your sacred shores.
The brightest star of the Silk Road way,
Bukhara shines forever, today and every day.