A king who knows only crowns and conquest
might covet you like the Kohinoor,
as if love could be cut, clasped, and crypted.
But even if every diamond east and west of the Indus
were woven across the ceiling of the Diwan-i-Khas,
arranged into an illustrious imitation of Isha,
I would trade the whole palace
and every Shalimar Garden beyond it,
its stallions, its gold, its marble,
its Timurid Ruby and Peacock Throne,
for one suspended moment beside you,
stargazing under the jewels of the heavens,
knowing no object of desire in this dunya
could ever rival your star-blessed light
sent by The Light of both worlds.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
A king who knows only crowns and conquest
might covet you like the Kohinoor,
as if love could be cut, clasped, and crypted.
But even if every diamond east and west of the Indus
were woven across the ceiling of the Diwan-i-Khas,
arranged into an illustrious imitation of Isha,
I would trade the whole palace
and every Shalimar Garden beyond it,
its stallions, its gold, its marble,
its Timurid Ruby and Peacock Throne,
for one suspended moment beside you,
stargazing under the jewels of the heavens,
knowing no object of desire in this dunya
could ever rival your star-blessed light
sent by The Light of both worlds.