Of splendid thrones of gold
Of treasures manifold
Of jewelled caskets
Of lavish banquets
Of Sultans and Shahs
Of Emirs and rajas
Of kings and queens
Of rulers and emperors
Of sparkling crowns
or flowing gowns
Of their subservient stewards and obedient butlers
The times of minions pavilions and pages
Of stalwart squires and servile knaves
Of castles and palaces
of abounding gold and silver
in oestentatious regal splendour
Ah, the fanning maids in waiting
Yet to me only one thing worth noticing
The poet minstrels who came to sing
from afar for the queen and king
For I'd rather be a poet for kings
so to my tuneful verses swayed the kingdom
than I be the king of mere subjects
and be filled with regal boredom!
interesting and fun too....liked reading it..... and i loved the way you thumbed yer poetic nose at pomp and glory great...
Long description of wayward riches and pomp decimated by loving voice ans songs. True. It's always that way. Keep it up.
i really enjoyed this, it felt like the ride at a fairground where you raise and fall without actually walking anywhere...and yes i make you right, what a difficult time the sovereigns have placed in a position with such high expectations, always appears lovely on first inspection but oh my god how boring and so so restrictive....so much better to be the one to entertain and hopefully as you say sway thoughts occasionally....
i enjoyed this quite a bit as i had my slave girl read it to me, the master, seated on my platinum throne. bravo.
The poem as well as all the comments on it are all interesting...you write with a proper outlining...good Zaynub....
So true what are all the material treasures in the world versus the soul treasures of the poet. Unless of course the king is a poet himself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like the rythm in this one and as always you have a talent with words and you're not afraid to show it! ! xXx Zarina