You Took A Great Delight (Ere Bhikhaari Saajaaye Ki Rango)

This translation was contributed by Kausik Datta. We request your input about this poem, or a poem that you want to see translated and posted here. We look forward to it.
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You took a great delight in making a pauper of him,
And your laughter pervaded the firmanent ...
He roamed around in the streets from door to door 
And filled his sack with whatever he could gather -
So many times you came down
To take away his treasured alms!
Thought he, he was eternally poor in this world,
Destitute in life and in death. 
Oh, the King of the kings, when with great trepidation
He approached your court at the end of the day,
You reached out and shared your throne with him,
Welcoming him with your regal wreaths.

                                             -Kausik Datta,

[The copyright for the original bengali poem is with the Vishwabharathi Publications; Kausik holds the right to this English translation]

 
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