On the toast of the monarch
Was the test of the day
On the tradition of millennia
Was the shift to the people
Of the rise of the parliament
Lords have given them a way
Of the sense of justice
Commons ultimate hold strings
Of the mother of institutions
Relics old sigh cold
Of the warmth of the royalty
The Queen happily celebrated
Her eighty fourth birth day
Islamabad
23/4/2010
On the eighty fourth birthday of Queen Elizabeth II
On 22/4/2010
‘Relics old sigh cold/Of the warmth of the royalty’… Excuse me Sir relic [Something of sentimental value or antiquity] sighing and warm royalty…? 'polarization'…may be poetically needed…inside Queen stays buckled with flow of blue blood…may be sighs comes form there…and warmth is nothing but protocol…where smothered feeling I think its unhappy B. Day what you’ve sarcastically portrayed… Nice diction 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK
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I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting, you have picked this poem for comment. I was one of the participants in the ceremony so the flavor of a eulogy in this poem. The monarch’s wiseness in giving power to the people and the birth of parliament, avoiding revolutions, is all political science and history. So there is praise [guarded] for the Queen, and the warmth. The lines you have picked refer to the hollowness of the institution and its absurdity which you are referring to. In another poem, I have passingly referred to this event as this Enter the Flame Eulogy of the Queen’s birth Champaign was water in Pims Here, it refers that no Champaign was served, and a kind of drink called pims was served which shows the monarch’s decline. C C niv