Fruit-Gathering by Rabindranath Tagore
page 8 of 68 (11%)
page 8 of 68 (11%)
|
for I am ashamed to stand before you with this jewelled chain on
my neck. XII Far below flowed the Jumna, swift and clear, above frowned the jutting bank. Hills dark with the woods and scarred with the torrents were gathered around. Govinda, the great Sikh teacher, sat on the rock reading scriptures, when Raghunath, his disciple, proud of his wealth, caine and bowed to him and said, "I have brought my poor present unworthy of your acceptance." [Transcriber's note: In the above verse, the word 'caine' does not fit in, the word 'came' makes more sense] Thus saying he displayed before the teacher a pair of gold bangles wrought with costly stones. The master took up one of them, twirling it round his finger, and the diamonds darted shafts of light. Suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled down the bank into the water. |
|