THE KING~

The world do not know why,
A king should hang before he reigns.
Nor does she understand why,
Ridicule and shame should come before exaltation.

Kings walk in psaltery palaces,
Adorned with raiment of gold
But, how could a peasant, A shepherd even the carpenters son
Treat the world with a kingly accent?

Kings and Lords are known for
Pleasant words, He couldn’t be one,
For he threatens men of falling
Falling, under the weight of following him.

The world’s way is pleasure, His is pains,
The world’s highway is wide and comfy
His is narrow and the cross
Riding a mule, not a horse the pride of kings and warriors.

The kids and old for companions,
Not the praise singers and soldiers
He desired to be lonely and deserted
Than, live with a multitude,
That is dart in one’s heart.

No wonder he didn’t engage in merriments
But wept with mourners
Weeping for the burden, shame,
Sin and atrocities of a devil-ridden world
Something quite different from what he created.
He is the King who knows the time
Without wearing a watch.

(c) Gaqman Cleopas