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Dream of Princess

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My princess hailed the large crowd that had been gathered.

For the event while standing on the balcony of her palace.

And she said, "Let me extend to you my entire fortunate heart filled with love."

Thank you for giving birth to a new notion that will bear my noble heart's name,

Of which you can be justly proud. The bright future of this realm hinges on her.

Because she is the new heir to a famous and distinguished lineage. 

"Sing the elegy and elide fun!" As they welcomed the new tyrant.

Who would tie the yoke of oppression to their necks?

By controlling the weak with venomous authority, 

Using their bodies for exploitation, and murdering them, 

The voices of the multitudes, full of joy and gratitude, 
Filled the skies with thrilling music.

The populace was jubilantly singing and drinking 

To the new groom's heady presence for that destiny.

Then she drew me to her withered lap and placed her arms around my frigid soul, 

As if she wanted to unite the two bodies once again.

She sobbed, gently raising her burning eyes to the heavens .

"Ya, Allah! Please look after my unfortunate longing!"

At that moment, clouds floated off the princess's face,

Their rays penetrating the transom of that escatsy and falling upon.






The poem is a satirical commentary on the nature of power and oppression. It describes the scene of a new princess being crowned, who is hailed by a large crowd. The speaker, who is not directly involved in the festivities, observes the scene with a critical eye. The princess speaks to the crowd, expressing her love and gratitude, and introduces a new notion that will bear her name.

The irony in the poem lies in the fact that while the princess is expressing love and goodwill, the people are celebrating the arrival of a new tyrant who will oppress them with venomous authority. The theme of the poem is the abuse of power and the suffering that it causes. The imagery of the poem is rich and vivid, depicting the jubilant singing and drinking of the populace, which stands in stark contrast to the misery and exploitation that they will soon face under the new regime.

Towards the end of the poem, the speaker is drawn into the scene by the princess, who sobs and raises her eyes to the heavens. This moment highlights the speaker's empathy for the plight of the people who will suffer under the new regime. The poem suggests that power can corrupt even the most well-intentioned rulers and that those who suffer the most are often the most vulnerable members of society.

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