There are different things under this sun,
things I would have never dreamed.
My wealth allowed me to experience
anything that my heart longed for.
But even kingship did not allow me to live
in the comfort provided to your poor.  
Tastes of ever kind line your shelves
your trash is a treasure to me.
Controlling temperature to your comfort
making light where darkness is.
Traveling across the world
before the sun can set over the western sky.
Still there is nothing new
all is meaningless in the end.