O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built, <br />As a timeless monument of immense beauty <br />But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built, <br />As the greatest monument of divine love. <br /> <br />If thy love was pure as the pellucid white marble, <br />Three wives concurrently, thou wouldn't have had <br />A Hundred consorts in Harem thou wouldn't need <br />Instead with a single woman thou would have lived <br /> <br />With gravels and earth if the grave was built <br />As a philanderer this world would have dismissed thee <br />As Marbles, Jewels and Designs lavishly decorate <br />With blinded eyes this world sings praises of thee <br /> <br />Ignore I cannot, the other women thou callously could. <br />For how could thou love when thou couldn’t care. <br />Praise I cannot, Tagore's solitary tear on the cheek. <br />For a love that has been glorified for its wealth. <br /> <br />O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built, <br />As a timeless monument of immense beauty <br />But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built, <br />As the greatest monument of divine love.<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-taj-mahal/
