I had gone a-begging from
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 the king of all kings!
My hopes rose high and I thought my evil days were at an end, and I stood for alms to be given unasked and for wealth scattered on all sides in the dust.
The chariot stopped where I stood. They glancefell on me and thou camest down with the smile. I felt that the luck of my life had come at last. Then of a sudden thou didst hold out thy right hand and say 'What hast thou to give to me?'
Ah, what a kindly jest' was it to open thy plam 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 my suprise when at the day's end I emptied my beg on the floor to find the least little grain of gold among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had the heart to give my all.
Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
Song-1 ( Thou Hast Made Me Endless)
Song- 2 (When Thou Commandest Me to Sing)
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