I saw this and remembered that today is the day the hereditary prince sits on the empty throne, and that this festival is only to celebrate his sitting. So I placed my hand on my forehead to be a place for him to lean on, and I directed my sight to this moving city until the party ended and the noise of the streets subsided, and the clamor of the boats subsided and silence spread throughout the bowels of the city, so my mind left everything and went to the new king, so I thought about his glory, the majesty of his destiny, and the majesty of his palace, and about the court around him and the servants at his command, and about the golden sheets that the servants were going around to the crowds of well-wishers just as immortal boys go around to the martyrs. And the righteous, and the beauty that covered the palace from its branches to its feet, and the bliss that overwhelmed its inhabitants, from its Lord to its servants. I mentioned this and said, "I wish I had been with them so I would have won a great victory!"
This is what my soul aspires to, O Raja, at this hour, and what I have attained is dear to God, because my father was one of the prince's teachers and educators during his youth, and he stayed with him until he reached adulthood, and the prince loved him, revered him, and held him to a status that only fathers can top.