BRIDAL MARRIAGE

The King's daughter glows, all radiant within,
Her raiment's woven from purest gold,
She surrendered to her precious God of old.
She lives without a hint of guilt or sin,
She's triumphant, certain always to win
The struggle, to save her flock and fold.
She's well beyond all reproach, and we're told
Her word's still heard, within world's dreadful din.

An aspiring pilgrim pined to wed,
This fair daughter of the heavenly King,
He wished to woo her in the royal bed,
The sacred marriage of which the mystics sing.
She consented, if first he Realised Self,
And freed himself from foul egoistic elf.