Poems of Rabindranath Tagore
|42.||Lamp Of Love||3/23/2010|
|45.||Let Me Not Forget||1/1/2004|
|48.||Little Of Me||1/1/2004|
|49.||Lord Of My Life||3/23/2010|
|53.||Lover's Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk||1/1/2004|
|54.||Lover's Gifts IV: She Is Near to My Heart||1/1/2004|
|55.||Lover's Gifts LII: Tired of Waiting||1/1/2004|
|56.||Lover's Gifts LIV: In the Beginning of Time||1/1/2004|
|57.||Lover's Gifts LVI: The Evening Was Lonely||1/1/2004|
|58.||Lover's Gifts LVIII: Things Throng and Laugh||1/1/2004|
|59.||Lover's Gifts LXX: Take Back Your Coins||1/1/2004|
|60.||Lover's Gifts V: I Would Ask For Still More||1/1/2004|
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."