Many come thither for my beauty
they play with my children merrily,
Oblivious of their thousand deaths at their feet
Busy they are savoring world transient.
There I see, an old man gazing at past
Shimmer over my glorious form dusk blue.
Here a lover staring deep into my treasure trove
Seeking vainly the blue eyes of his dear, lost.
Everyday I see many couples happy,
but soon to be parted by pitiless sword
I see children dancing with heart merry
Alas! They are to be buried anon in brutal land.
Oh almighty!! Why you made me still
Despite the despair I witness at my bed
making me a soulless conqueror of eternal toil
Never setting a foot on that uncovered land.
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