Long, long ago during a dynasty long forgotten
lies this tale that I’m about to begin
about the princess of the captured sun,
the one they call Fairamena Bryn.
Now she demanded of her father, the King
that she would never marry or be bethrothed,
save to the man who could capture the sun
and present it before her and the throne.
Her youthful beauty was legendary even then
inspiring suitors and charlatans alike,
who came to the palace in vain attempts
to capture the sun, try as they might.
Even Prince Schez-bala with all his fine gifts
could not meet the Fairamena’s demands,
and the sun herself stayed in the sky
to shine down upon the mountains and land.
There came a King from a land unheard about
and he tried his very best to succeed,
but alas there was no way to capture the sun
so he left to marry another, I believe.
A soothsayer came with a grandiose prediction
of how he would win Fairamena’s love,
but she replied, “not until you bring me the sun
or capture it from the skies above.”
They came and they came, until all men had lost
and none had achieved the prize
of being the one to marry the cute Princess
with the dark, almost almond eyes.
Her father, the King, with grim disappointment
was distressed and much sadly declared,
“my daughter, your demands seem way too great,
no one can snatch the sun from the air.”
But the Princess replied, “I’m sorry father
but I can’t give my heart away to just anyone,
for I have guarded it safely all of these years
so that it too may shine as the sun.
and the man who can capture the sun herself
in all her bright and stunning love,
is the only man who can hold my heart near
and be the one that I have dreamed of.”
“But they have come from far and wide”, said the King
“and it’s impossible to do what you ask,
they’ve tried and they’ve tried, some foolishly
but there’s no way to perform such a task.”
The Princess smiled because she knew somewhere
there was a man who could do this thing,
and she just would not settle for anything less
if her heart were to smile and sing.
Then one fateful day another suitor came calling
from the village of The Princess Bryn’s birth,
and he came bearing gifts with many good wishes
that he’d dug from the very earth.
He’d made pretty bracelets and sparkly anklets
to present to the princess with love,
and he told everyone he met along the way
that he could give her the very sun above.
So brought before the King and the whole court
the man announced, “I am Shakir-badhrou,
I’ve come for the hand of the fair princess
no matter what it is that I must do.”
“But you’re a peasant, not close to royalty”,
the King uttered in his most regal style,
“we know you, you used to make trinkets
of colored glass for the princess as a child.’
‘It will take much more than colored glass baubles
to impress us to give you her hand,
but if you can manage to capture the sun
then I’ve no choice but to declare you her man.”
Shakir smiled, “true, I am but a glassmaker
but love has impressed upon my heart
to stand before the sweet princess here today
with all my soul to impart…”
But the King Interrupted, “enough of these words,
can you do what the princess requires?”
Shakir replied, “I will catch the sun for love
and then show you a beauty even higher.”
They all stepped in the courtyard to watch his attempt
he showed them pieces of pretty painted glass,
until he produced one that was seemingly clear
“Now I will do what you have asked.”
He held out the glass and he captured the sun
within its reflective surface to shine,
“gaze upon this glass where I’ve caught it real
and for a moment it is yours and mine.”
All were astounded for there was the sun
in this piece of glass the peasant had brought
“when you want the sun, just use this glass
as long as it shines, it is caught.”
The court then applauded and the king was surprised
but the princess she gleefully smiled
as if some plan within her heart had worked out
though it had taken quite a little while.
Shakir said, “now behold… beauty herself
much greater than the shining sun”
and he held the glass to Fairamena’s face
“look, there is the most loveliest one.”
And in the glass the Princess saw her reflection
smiling back and fallen in love,
“This man”, she said, “he will be my husband
for he has captured the very sun from above.”
Shakir smiled at his pretty soon-to-be bride
and kneeled close for only her to hear
“my love, finally we no longer will meet in secret
but instead will forever be near.”
“I could never, ever marry anyone but you”
she whispered, “this plan was the only way
to ensure that you and I would be together
instead of Father selecting someone for me someday.”
But the King and the court didn’t hear these things
it was declared, “Shakir’s the one!”
and love beamed proudly from the sweet face
of the Princess of the captured sun.
And so is the case in tales such as these
that we sometimes hate to see the story end
but as we go back to our own little lives
theirs really only starts to begin.
and let me just say as a moral to learn
that if you’re dreaming of romance today
no matter how impossible it may seem to be
love will always find her way…
Poem by Paul D Aronson.
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