In Palace Bakhoor, a haven of delight we find,
A grand abode, where memories entwined,
With scents and sounds of joy unconfined,
In the loving warmth of grandmothers, we're reminded.
A celebration, like sweet nectar it flows,
A jar of orange juice, its freshness bestows,
A festivity of sweets, a harmony of flavors,
In the heart of the home, moments to cherish it saviors.
The comforting aroma, the bakhoor's embrace,
Fills the space with serenity, a sensory solace,
A bustling wave of people, in laughter and cheer,
A bond that transcends, through time and year.
From the Royal Diwan of Oman, the classic endures,
A timeless symphony, the magic it ensures,
Embrace Palace Bakhoor, a fragrant connection,
To the past ever-present, in its poetic reflection.
