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Palace Concerto
By William He
A stately and radiant courtyard,
Sleight of the artists hands.
To the celestial sphere,
Glorious and golden on the roofs,
Like hues when harpyia wings stretch.
Flittering through seraglio,
Phoenix betwixt shining oriels,
Azure Dragon midst the walls of closest trim.
Slow-flaming crimson fires,
Behind the hid and rainbow-dyed range.
His Majesty yearns to return,
Serenity spreads its velvety wings,
Digging within himself for elixir of life.
In the light of Nirvana,
Reminiscing on the stupas,
The richest jewel inside is the pious soul.
The spirit inly crawls,
Grotto pictures decked the arras drear,
In the lamplit alcoves,
To get happiness in bodily shrine.
Through luminous windows,
The rhymes of rejoices in the air,
Echoed heart with a lovely tune.
The divine consciousness,
And the joy and harmony,
Angels in Hall of Mental Cultivation met.
Besides the miracle garden,
Relief pneuma from burdensome,
What is it that takes away the sin,
Discerning to soulful dawn,
Picture of mind revives then.
Pedrini playing a piano sonata,
Witnessing holy movement,
Life on the gigantic obelisk men etched,
Riddle of the painful earth,
On phantasms weeping tears of blood.
Uncertain and unaware,
Unscrupulous means all ill shows,
The truth left abandoned and stark.
Bongs precede the tinted twilight,
Towers domed with purest white,
Delighting the eye with snow crystals.
To mimic the heaven,
Whirlwinds and banners unfurl,
To escaping the misfortunes,
To create tunes about nature,
A place of frolic, fiesta and fun.
The lamps gracefully dispose,
Tchaikovsky with virtuous wish,
The world-worn Dante grasp his song,
Mellow tones of a violin,
A nightingale with choral starry dance.
From sullen earth sing hymns to empyrean,
Willows converse beneath,
Purple clouds with nymph.