... but someone said that the king was yet to come.
We laughed and answered: "No, can not be!"
seemed to knock on the door
But someone said, "is the messenger!"
We laughed and answered: "No, be the wind!"
The earth gave a start, the walls shook in his sleep and caught us a big concern.
But someone said it was the sound of the wheels.
"No, it's just the rumbling of clouds!"
The night was still dark when the drum sounded.
He heard a voice: "Wake up! Do not waste time!"
shook hands at the heart trembling with fear.
It was the king.
But where were the lights and garlands of flowers?
Where the throne to sit him?
Oh shame, terrible shame!
Someone said: "Needless to cry! Receive him with empty hands"
Get your tattered piece of mat and spread it in the yard.
[...] With the storm
suddenly
reached our King [...]
[...] our house dark and sad [...]
Tagore.
[Gitanjali]
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