Sweet Exile

My kingdom usurped
My armies turned mercenary
My treasury the gift to many a plunderer
My enemies are marched upon my throne
Desecration befall my holiest of temples
I, the king departs a lowly beggar
A heavy heart is all I own.

And yet I look upon my sweet exile
My journey set in shame
I have kept my dignity
Goodwill decorated with my name.
My sweet exile -- dates that fall ripe by the oasis where I lay
Richly supplied by music and water
Peace and quiet are my company of friends
Here I dwell
My soul in solitary style
In sweet, oh sweet exile.