#MysticPoetry

What worth is your palace with tall stone wall

Rainbow beams bath in your swimming pool, 

Four guards watch the palace that never fall 

And the slave girls dance and sing to keep 

Your life enchanting, and the wild birds 

Are raised there to make your heart joyous 

And cars take you to long-trips every weekend 

And doctors reach at home to see your pulse 

Speed, and slave maids wash your legs with 

Warm water of herbs, and hard to find things 

Are always at your feet, and french 

Hairdressers do make your pretty dress, and 

Persian carpets are laid where you lay asleep 

But You confirm to me, despite these you 

That you Have no peace at heart and joy in eyes 

What value holds your palace, stone-clad, high,

Where, spectrum dances within your crystal pool?

While, sentinels ensure no fall draws nigh,

And young girls sway, your daily life to rule;

Cherished birds fill your chambers with their song,

And swift cars whisk you far each passing week,

While skilled physicians check where pulses throng,

And maids refresh your limbs with waters sleek;

Though rarest items land before your gaze,

And stylists craft your fine and flowing wear,

While costly rugs define your restful daze—

Howbeit, you confess, despite this grand affair,

No quiet heart, no cheer within your eye,

Though all the world your every wish supply.

-----Affaq