When the Emperor lost his bride At first he lay in bed and cried Till she came to him in a dream With words of consolation?
‘Death is untrue, I’m merely sleeping I’m waiting for you, in a world way beyond weeping Join me there soon, until you’re mine Build me a marble Valentine Let the world know, grief built the Taj Mahal.’
When the Emperor rubbed his eyes An azure morning filled the skies Energized by his dream, The Emperor was moved to
Summon his men, he ordered them ‘Find me The whitest of stone, let its radiance remind me Of all I have lost, the source of my pain The joy that in time I will regain Let the world know, grief built the Taj Mahal.
As for the cost, what is the price of love unlost? Let the world know, grief built the Taj Mahal.’