Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Rabindranath Tagore - Gitanjali (song offerings)

I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path, when
thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream
and I wondered who was this king of all kings!
My hopes rose high and methought my evil days were at an end,
and I stood waiting for alms to be given unasked and for wealth
scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. Thy glance fell on me and
thou camest down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my life had
come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold thy right hand and
say “What hast thou to give to me?”
Ah, what a kingly jest it was to open thy palm to a beggar to
beg! I was confused and stood undecided, and then from my wallet I
slowly took out the least little grain of corn and gave it to thee.
But how great was my surprise when at the day’s end I emptied
the bag on the floor to find the least little grain of gold among the
poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.

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