Descended from ancient kings, 
Semi divine, union of man and god,
Secrets of heaven lie in their Temple vault -
The ivory throne of Travancore.

Family riches bestowed by the heavens,
Converted to make the finest mortal presents,
A hundred artisans work by sun and candlelight -
The ivory throne of Travancore.

Tusks piled high, how many elephants did die,
Formed into a chair, with lions’ feet,
Carefully carved, fine filigree -
The ivory throne of Travancore.

Proudly ruled by sea horse and elephant,
The grand chair is regal and so elegant,
Boasting the celestial work of the Maharajah -
The ivory throne of Travancore.

Proudly sent and delights an overseas Queen,
The chair sits proudly for the world to see,
They marvel at her at the Royal Fair -
The ivory throne of Travancore.

Victoria strokes her elephant throne,
King Leopold wonders at such artistry,
The Maharajah the master diplomat is he -
The ivory throne of Travancore.