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ON THE GOLDEN REGAL THRONE

Deep in your soul,

On the golden regal throne,
You endowed me with kingship
On whatever ever you have;
Enthralled by your gifts,
Overwhelmed by its wealth,
I devoted to you myself.

You looked not back thereafter,

Stone after stone and row after
row, Love and trust’s temple you
raised Around me in sanctum
sanctorum; So sacred I felt myself,
I rose to God’s heights
And bestowed you with devout boons.

Years passed by,

And you blossomed like jasmine;
A thousand princes sought
Your golden regal throne;
A hundred ministers around
Heckled you to select one
And cornered you to oblige one.

You yielded not a whit,

You looked aside with contempt;
While endowed me with
kingship, You refused the throne
outside;
I watched the game from afar,
And ordained to move me from the throne
To give you a concerted life.

Silently you wept all that day,

And refused to vacate me from throne;
You moved away step by step,
But, held my kingship and throne intact;
You moved to stark solitude
Of the love and trust’s temple you raised
To worship me in sanctum sanctorum.

I knew your love,

But valued your
joy;
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I knew not love itself is joy;

No joy you have away from me,
No life you see distant from me;
I found how deep and devout you are,
No worlds can stir your faith in me.

You gave me your throne,

You gave kingship over you,
For what great cause, I cannot figure
ever; You stuck to me forever
At considerable sacrifice
To stay as mine all through my soul,
For what great grist, I cannot figure ever.