This you used to know, lord of India, Shah Jehan:
life and youth, wealth and honor, floating in the current of time.
Only then inner painlives long- let it be.
Was this the path along which empire led ?
Power of a king, harsh thunderbolt
like evening's bloody passion; let it be absorbed at the feet of lassitude.
Only a deep sighswells eternally; let the sky be merciful:
this was the hope in your heart.
Built of gems, diamonds and pearls
like the magic shimmering of rainbows in empty horizons
let it be hidden.
Only let this one tear-drop
glisten pure upon the cheek of time,
this Taj Mahal.
――Rabindranath Tagoro
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