Got into the chariot
Nalan told the king,
“I’m now bringing
The best chariot,
The one fastest.”
“Like the sun’s chariot
This one will run fast.
Oh King, please get in
We’ll be there by morn.”
Faster than thought
The chariot ran so fast,
It was faster than the thought
Of the King, whose mind
Was on another man’s maid.
Fell down and take it.
When the chariot ran fast well
The king’s upper garment fell
By then, he began to tell
It crossed four-six miles.
Think and see
The king told Nalan
“In the nearby garden
Trees, ten thousand,
You can now find.”
There Nalan stopped
And quickly counted
The exact number
To the King’s wonder.
Change our work
The king appreciated,
And immediately said,
“You take my work.
I’ll take your work.”
Kali went away
Nalan became too wise
Having learnt all the arts
From the Ayodhya-king
The art of fast counting.
Kali became panicky then,
That Nalan will win
In any tough gambling,
With his art of counting.
Once for all, Kali left Nalan,
Whose good days began.
From that moment onward
His life went forward.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem