King Solomon sits on his sceptered throne,
obeyed and adored by his vassals of lore—
but all that he does, he does all alone.
Once he was aided by jinn by the score
who did his bidding by their boundless art.
They did all he asked, and asked to do more.
“Grant me one thing: a sagacious heart.”
“O King that we love, this sorrows us sore!
For you have commanded that we must part!
O King that we love, to serve you we swore,
but now our service you have outgrown.
O King that we love, we flee from your door,
relinquishing you to your sceptered throne—
and all that you do, you’ll do all alone.”