Poem The Taj Mahal (summary)
Mary Dobson (died 1923)
Said the king all broken-hearted for his loved and loving wife, Since God willed that we should be parted by the woe of human life, lest the world should eer forget her. This good wife so dear to me, in a fair tomb I will set her so that she remembered be. The king was sad because his wife died. He wanted people to remember her because she was a good wife and she was very important and close to his heart. He loved her very much. So he decided to build a white tomb in her memory.
And the king all broken-hearted sought for workmen full of skill who would raise for her, departed, a fair tomb, with brain and will. And they built it white and shining, flawless, matchless in its grace. While the king in sorrow pining, saw it raised up in its place. The sad king looked for workers who were skillful who could build a white tomb for his dead wife. He wanted them to build it cleverly and with their strength. The workers built it nicely, without mistake, perfect. There was no other tomb like that in the whole world. The sad king who was missing his wife, saw it being built.
Saw it through his bitter grieving never less but ever new. For no comfort eer receiving in his sorrow aged he grew. While looking at the tomb..he continued to be sad and he grew old.
Till his eyes grown dim with weeping, closed for ever on this life, and they laid him there fast sleeping; by his loved and loving wife. He kept on looking at it (maybe from his jail window) until his eyes grew weak and he became old. When he died, the people laid him next to his wife in the Taj Mahal.
But the Taj, the tale still telling, stands in Agra city great, white and shining, all excelling in its beauty and its state. The story of the Taj Mahal still goes on in the city of Agra (India).
There they lie, the loving-hearted neath its marble side by side, those in life so longtime parted death no longer divide. The couple, Shah Jehan and Mumtaz Mahal lie in the Taj Mahal together in death.
For though pressed from many quarters true love steadfast still abides, is not quenched by many waters, even deaths relentless tides. Eventhough they are dead, their true love for each other still stays on.
All true love is never failing howsoeer men faithless be. But oer everything prevailing lives to all eternity. True love never dies at all. It goes on forever and ever. The Taj is indeed the symbolic expression of the kings love for his consort(wife). A mausoleum is a place built to remember dead people.