吉檀迦利 50.

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 me thought 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 out thy right hand

and say `What hast thou to give to me? '

Ah, what a kingly jest was it 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 my surprise

when at the day's end

I emptied my bag on the floor

to find a least little gram of gold among the poor heap.

I bitterly wept

and wished that I had had the heart to give thee my all.