The royal wedding of our time gladdens the loyal heart;
we praise the prince and princess we can’t live without!
King Arthur’s knights march to a beat that plays in our veins:
the cry of his men can still be heard across the plains.
Excalibur’s arcing light still inspires courage in our lives;
the sword of truth will rise again to slay murderous lies!
The seed of love will plant and grow to proclaim again,
that only brave truth and sweet mercy will Britain reign!
We live with the hope that all we suffer will turn to laughter:
British love and wit long for the birth of such a Master!
Darvish praises the royal crown that never tarnishes,
but lacks the bright coin to heat his hearth full of cold ashes!
The light of gold and diamond lustre that shines this day,
has not yet brightened the poet’s face whose verse is praise!
