Ironical Affair Poem by Abdul Wahab
Ironical Affair
It is just little before 1661, I was the finance
minister of Louis, the fourteenth who loved
wine and pretty woman in lavish party
I supplied him all including the much
needed money as he was leading
an extravagant lifestyle I was
indispensible to him as he was
to me, sometimes I outshined him
by merit, he was very pleased
with my charm and wit, I was
very happy, too, as I was supposed
to make the prime minister after the
death of Jules Mazarin but the post was
abolished by the king, I was not
surprised at all as I knew it was
the price he paid me for my
brilliant service and I comprehended
that I was falling out of his favour so
I needed a smart thing to win back him,
I was too stupid to arrange a party,
I was supplied him all kinds of his
enjoyments: wine, woman, poetry
and cuisine from the orient which
he had never tested before, after
the seven-course dinner I showed
him a promenade through the
chateau’s gardens, I accompanied him
to the shrubbery and flower beds
, at the gardens’ canals he witnessed
a fireworks display followed
by the performance of Moliere’s play
but in the morning next day I was
banished from the court on the charges
of outsmarting the king.
I am out of charm and wit
When people are rewarded
For their awkward sycophancy
And got wholesome praise
In exchange of their saleable loyalty
But there are people, too,
Unlucky and unfortunate
They are punished for no mistake of theirs
But for their outshining intellect and merit.
Ironical affair is really ironical nice poem thank you 10
Very impressive way of narration. I like the way u narrated in style. The content and style of the language is outstanding. However, If you can add little prologue about the poem, it help people to understand the context. Well done Wahabji!
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I would like to translate this poem
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prelude of this poem ====Reward and punishment I am out of charm and wit When people are rewarded For their awkward sycophancy And got wholesome praise In exchange of their saleable loyalty But there are people, too, Unlucky and unfortunate They are punished for no mistake of theirs But for their outshining intellect and merit.