FAR BELOW FLOWED THE GANGA,QUICK AND CLEAR,ABOVE
FROWNED THE JUTTING BANK.
HILLS DARK WITH THE WOODS AND SCARRED WITH THE TORRENTS
WERE GATHERED AROUND.

GOVINDA,THE GREAT TEACHER,SAT ON THE ROCK
SCRIPTURES,WHEN RAGHUNATH,HIS DISCIPLE,PROUD
OF HIS WEALTH,CAME AND BOWED TO HIM AND SAID,
“I HAVE BOUGHT MY POOR WEALTH,UNWORTHY OF THY ACCEPTANCE”

THUS SAYING HE DISPLAYED BEFORE THE TEACHER A PAIR OF GOLD
BANGLES STUDDED WITH COSTLY GEMS AND EMERALDS.
THE MASTER TOOK UP ONE OF THEM ,TWIRLING IT ROUND HIS FINGER,
AND THE STONES STARTED DARTED SHAFTS OF LIGHT.

SUDDENLY IT SLIPPED FROM HIS HAND AND ROLLED DOWN THE BANK
INTO THE WATER
RAGHUNATH JUMPED INTO THE WATER

THE TEACHER SET HIS EYES UPON HIS BOOK,AND THE WATER HELD
AND HID WHAT IT STOLE AND RAN ITS WAY.
AT SUNSET RAGHUNATH CAME BACK.

HE BEGGED HIM TO SHOW HIM THE PLACE WHERE IT FELL.
THE TEACHER TOOK THE OTHER BANGLE AND THREW IT IN THE WATER
SAYING”THERE IT IS”

– Rabindranath Tagore