Like a Sultan overseeing his Emirate
Sprawling across the Arab land,
Stands the monument imperial
Beaming with pride.
Rich with fountains
Dancing on the lawns,
Refracting sunlight into
A hundred little rainbows.
Vibrant petunias
In hues all seven,
Striking contrast to the emerald
Sparkling behind sprinkled droplets,
Sketch my path
To the grand entrance
As if an altar elevated
By an endless flight of steps.
Gilded doors welcome me
Into astonishing prosperity
The richness, through my eyes
Percolates into my soul.
Floral etchings in glass
Look alive in crystal.
Enchanting mirrors spotless
Make me oblivious to my image.
Hundred corridors,
Thousand windows,
Auspicious, all lit up
With beautiful kindles.
The sand is cool
The breeze cooler
The turquoise sea looks irresistible
In undivided union with the sky.
Thoughts are suspended,
The palace casts a charm.
Of intoxication
With beauty…
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