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The night darkened.  Our day’s works had been done.  We thought

that the last guest had arrived for the night and the doors in

the village were all shut.  Only some said the king was to come.

We laughed and said ‘No, it cannot be!’

It seemed there were knocks at the door and we said it was

nothing but the wind.  We put out the lamps and lay down to

sleep.  Only some said, ‘It is the messenger!’ We laughed and

said ‘No, it must be the wind!’

There came a sound in the dead of the night.  We sleepily thought

it was the distant thunder.  The earth shook, the walls rocked,

and it troubled us in our sleep.  Only some said it was the sound

of wheels.  We said in a drowsy murmur, ‘No, it must be the

rumbling of clouds!’

The night was still dark when the drum sounded.  The voice came

‘Wake up!  delay not!’ We pressed our hands on our hearts and

shuddered with fear.  Some said, ‘Lo, there is the king’s flag!’

We stood up on our feet and cried ‘There is no time for delay!’

The king has come–but where are lights, where are wreaths?

Where is the throne to seat him?  Oh, shame!  Oh utter shame!

Where is the hall, the decorations?  Someone has said, ‘Vain is

this cry!  Greet him with empty hands, lead him into thy rooms

all bare!’

Open the doors, let the conch-shells be sounded!  in the depth of

the night has come the king of our dark, dreary house.  The

thunder roars in the sky.  The darkness shudders with lightning.

Bring out thy tattered piece of mat and spread it in the

courtyard.  With the storm has come of a sudden our king of the

fearful night.

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From: GITANJALI – ‘Song Offerings’

    By: RABINDRANATH TAGORE

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