Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

The Last Bargain - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

"Come and hire me," I cried, while in the morning I was walking on the stone-paved road.
Sword in hand, the King came in his chariot.
He held my hand and said, "I will hire you with my power."
But his power counted for nought, and he went away in his chariot.

In the heat of the midday the houses stood with shut doors.
I wandered along the crooked lane.
An old man came out with his bag of gold.
He pondered and said, "I will hire you with my money."
He weighed his coins one by one, but I turned away.

It was evening. The garden hedge was all aflower.
The fair maid came out and said, "I will hire you with a smile."
Her smile paled and melted into tears, and she went back alone into the dark.

The sun glistened on the sand, and the sea waves broke waywardly.
A child sat playing with shells.
He raised his head and seemed to know me, and said, "I hire you with nothing."
From thenceforward that bargain struck in child's play made me a free man.


Comments about The Last Bargain by Rabindranath Tagore

  • Gold Star - 15,269 Points Ramesh Rai (2/9/2014 2:49:00 AM)

    The heart of a poet is always like child. so the heart of a poet can be hired by a child only who has the capacity to afford exact value. lovely. made my heart with same feelings. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sanjeev Bansal (9/26/2009 11:20:00 PM)

    This poem is written in very nice way. I like it since it gives us a very useful lesson to lead a pleasant life (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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