LXXVI
Listening for your foot steps outside I spent my time
Regardless of dawns and dusks appeared and disappeared
Hearing a knock I opened my door and looked
It was a gale hurriedly passing by, not you this time too
LXXVII
Freshness all I arranged for your welcome are at stake
How long the flowers can withstand withering and wilting?
Fragrance and beauty bade farewell to floral decorations
Lamps run out of oil and strain to retain the dying flames
LXXVIII
My dreams about you are deathless and hopefully evergreen
A quake cannot shake or a thunder cannot perish them ever
No rock is firm and adament as them, no diamond is hard as them
The castle of confidence I built on your credibility is imperishable
LXXIX
The longer I wait for you the younger I grow, I feel
The throne I set aside has been waiting for long
It’s not decked with gold or pearls or precious stones
But with more precious devotion, dedication and faith
LXXX
I wish, I can travel deep into your holy territory
Avenues to your palace are visible from this distance
The closer I reach the farther it move back like a mirage
It’s all your kingly jest jumbling illusion and illustration
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