Praising the God is a bliss, not the mortal men!
Once upon a time, a poor poet traveled
across the thick forests to visit a king and
sang poems praising him of his valor!
The poet was used to sing praising the Lord
everyday during prayer in the local temple, used
to get an insufficient salary to maintain his family!
While the poet was praising the king exuberantly,
The king was enjoying and nodding his head happily - instructed
the minister to offer gold coins to the poet generously!
As a result, poet following the minister,
The minister asked him to take leave and go! - The poet
asked, ”O’ minister! Offer the coins the king ordered, let me go!
The minister refused to part with gold coins,
The poet was shocked and disappointed,
He went back to the king and complained!
The king asked the poet, ”O’Poet,
How did you feel when I announced the gift? ”
‘I felt very happy’ said the poet!
The king replied coolly,
“When you sang the song, I felt happy,
When I announced the gift, you felt happy”
‘That is all, you can go, ‘said the king!
The poet realized that praising the God
is a bliss, not the mortal men, a disgrace!
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