Leisure let me build my fragile grainy home,
Standing timidly, defying its own fate,
A faintly gate, and a well-shaped dome.
Centuries gone, lovers have cried,
Over the loss of bonds that they nurtured.
To have captured, time, oh! Yes, they tried.
The waves hit the walls and melted the land,
But the descendants imitated grain by grain,
To restore my reign, my home in sand.