I had gone begging from door to door
in the village path, when a golden chariot appeared in the distance and I
wondered who was this King of all kings!
My hopes rose high and I 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.
His glance fell on me and he came down with a smile. I felt that the luck of my
life had come at last. Then all of a sudden he extended his right hand and said
to me: What can you give me?’
Ah, what a kingly jest was it to open
his palm to a beggar like me. 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 the
King of all Kings.
But how great my surprise when at the
day's end I emptied my bag on the floor to find a least little grain of gold
among the poor heap. I bitterly wept and wished that I had the heart to give to
him my all.
1 comment:
This poem is very nice and teaches about the greediness of humans .
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