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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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.’