Behold I was sitting in my palace Meditating upon the being who created me When the voice of my heart spoke Telling me to make two golden obelisks for him My spirit took fire Thinking of what the men who would live to see these monuments would say They would say High, this mountain of gold But my dream was beyond my power My two obelisks were not of gold, but of single stone Hard granite without a join And the expedition to bring the stone to me Took seven months