Things I would have said if I were human-Jama Masjid

Caught in every book of history,
The heart of every Indian being my home,
Ironically, I reside in the heart of Delhi;
Four towers, three great gates and two minarets made with structures like a dome,
The walls guard me like a little gnome.

My father, Shah Jahan spent on me, twelve long years,
Until my minarets camouflaged the sunset,
Long enough I have lived to see the truest of tears;
When after prayers, their eyes go wet,
Bidding adieu to intrigues, jealousy and hate.

Twice I have fallen ill,
When those black-hearted men diseased me,
I felt my skin cracking against my will;
That agony and grief none could see,
Thus, those men were no longer set free.

I take pride in my beauty,
Red sandstones and white marbles make all of me,
People look after me as their duty;
'Masjid-i-Jahan Numa ' I was named originally,
The way they admire me, makes me glee.

Oh! I feel so complete,
Do you see them pray and bow?
I feel ecstatic as they assemble and greet;
The seeds of humanity, thus I sow,
I take my leave, I must go.