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