Poems of Rabindranath Tagore
|61.||Lover's Gifts VIII: There Is Room for You||1/1/2004|
|62.||Lover's Gifts XIII: Last Night in the Garden||1/1/2004|
|63.||Lover's Gifts XIX: It Is Written in the Book||1/1/2004|
|64.||Lover's Gifts XL: A Message Came||1/1/2004|
|65.||Lover's Gifts XLII: Are You a Mere Picture||1/1/2004|
|66.||Lover's Gifts XLIII: Dying, You Have Left Behind||1/1/2004|
|67.||Lover's Gifts XLIV: Where Is Heaven||1/1/2004|
|68.||Lover's Gifts XLVII: The Road Is||1/1/2004|
|69.||Lover's Gifts XLVIII: I Travelled the Old Road||1/1/2004|
|70.||Lover's Gifts XVI: She Dwelt Here by the Pool||1/1/2004|
|71.||Lover's Gifts XVIII: Your Days||1/1/2004|
|72.||Lover's Gifts XXII: I Shall Gladly Suffer||1/1/2004|
|73.||Lover's Gifts XXVIII: I Dreamt||1/1/2004|
|74.||Lover's Gifts XXXIX: There Is a Looker-On||1/1/2004|
|80.||My Polar Star||3/23/2010|
The Last Bargain
"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."