When work was done the city came alive
With lanterns strung where music could arrive;
The streets became a river of delight
Where strangers laughed like kin beneath the night
A festival was more than feast or cheer—
It was the proof the people’s bond was clear;
That joy was not the privilege of the few
But something built when all could join it too
The artists walked among the common crowd
The nobles danced with laughter just as loud;
And in the glow the city knew its part—
That culture’s wealth is measured by the heart
So light the lamps not just for beauty’s sake
But for the ties those shining nights can make;
For in the glow of shared and open skies
We see the truest Renaissance arise