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    The King of the Dark Chamber
    The King of the Dark Chamber
    The King of the Dark Chamber
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    The King of the Dark Chamber

    By Rabindranath Tagore

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    Sings.

    We are all Kings in the kingdom of our King.

    Were it not so, how could we hope in our heart to meet him!

    We do what we like, yet we do what he likes;

    We are not bound with the chain of fear at the feet of a slave-owning King.

    Were it not so, how could we hope in our heart to meet him!

    Our King honours each one of us, thus honours his own very self.

    No littleness can keep us shut up in its walls of untruth for aye.

    Were it not so, how could we have hope in our heart to meet him!

    We struggle and dig our own path, thus reach his path at the end.

    We can never get lost in the abyss of dark night.

    Were it not so, how could we hope in our heart to meet him!

    Song.

    My beloved is ever in my heart

    That is why I see him everywhere,

    He is in the pupils of my eyes

    That is why I see him everywhere.

    I went far away to hear his own words,.....
    LanguageEnglish
    PublishereBookIt.com
    Release dateApr 26, 2016
    ISBN9781456617820
    The King of the Dark Chamber
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    Rabindranath Tagore

    Rabindranath Tagore (1861–1941) was a Nobel Laureate in literature. (1913). He wrote successfully in all literary genres, but was, first and foremost, a poet, publishing more than fifty volumes of poetry. He wrote novels, plays, musical dramas, dance dramas, essays, travel diaries and two autobiographies. He also left numerous drawings and paintings, and songs for which he wrote the music himself. He was the composer of the national anthem of independent India and Bangladesh. He was born in Calcutta, travelled around the world, and was knighted in 1915. He gave up his knighthood after the Jallianwala Bagh massacre in 1919. Among his many works are Manasi (1890), Sonar Tari (1894), Gitanjali (1910), Gitimalya (1914), Balaka (1916), The Gardener (1913), Fruit-Gathering (1916), The Fugitive (1921), Raja (1910), Dakghar (1912), Achalayatan (1912), Muktadhara (1922), Raktakaravi (1926), Gora (1910), Ghare-Baire (1916) and Yogayog (1929).

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      The King of the Dark Chamber - Rabindranath Tagore

      XX

      I

      [A street. A few wayfarers, and a CITY GUARD]

      First Man. Ho, Sir!

      City Guard. What do you want?

      Second Man. Which way should we go? We are strangers here. Please tell us which street we should take.

      City Guard. Where do you want to go?

      Third Man. To where those big festivities are going to be held, you know. Which way do we go?

      City Guard. One street is quite as good as another here. Any street will lead you there. Go straight ahead, and you cannot miss the place. [Exit.]

      First Man. Just hear what the fool says: Any street will lead you there! Where, then, would be the sense of having so many streets?

      Second Man. You needn't be so awfully put out at that, my man. A country is free to arrange its affairs in its own way. As for roads in our country—well, they are as good as non-existent; narrow and crooked lanes, a labyrinth of ruts and tracks. Our King does not believe in open thoroughfares; he thinks that streets are just so many openings for his subjects to fly away from his kingdom. It is quite the contrary here; nobody stands in your way, nobody objects to your going elsewhere if you like to; and yet the people are far from deserting this kingdom. With such streets our country would certainly have been depopulated in no time.

      First Man. My dear Janardan, I have always noticed that this is a great fault in your character.

      Janardan. What is?

      First Man. That you are always having a fling at your country. How can you think that open highways may be good for a country? Look here, Kaundilya; here is a man who actually believes that open highways are the salvation of a country.

      Kaundilya. There is no need, Bhavadatta, of my pointing out afresh that Janardan is blessed with an intelligence which is remarkably crooked, which is sure to land him in danger some day. If the King comes to hear of our worthy friend, he will make it a pretty hard job for him to find any one to do him his funeral rites when he is dead.

      Bhavadatta. One can't help feeling that life becomes a burden in this country; one misses the joys of privacy in these streets—this jostling and brushing shoulders with strange people day and night makes one long for a bath. And nobody can tell exactly what kind of people you are meeting with in these public roads—ugh!

      Kaundilya. And it is Janardan who persuaded us to come to this precious country! We never had any second person like him in our family. You knew my father, of course; he was a great man, a pious man if ever there was one. He spent his whole life within a circle of a radius of 49 cubits drawn with a rigid adherence to the injunctions of the scriptures, and never for a single day did he cross this circle. After his death a serious difficulty arose—how cremate him within the limits of the 49 cubits and yet outside the house? At length the priests decided that though we could not go beyond the scriptural number, the only way out of the difficulty was to reverse the figure and make it 94 cubits; only thus could we cremate him outside the house without violating the sacred books. My word, that was strict observance! Ours is indeed no common country.

      Bhavadatta. And yet, though Janardan comes from the very same soil, he thinks it wise to declare that open highways are best for a country.

      [Enter GRANDFATHER with a band of boys]

      Grandfather. Boys, we will have to vie with the wild breeze of the south to-day—and we are not going to be beaten. We will sing till we have flooded all streets with our mirth and song.

      Song.

      The southern gate is unbarred. Come, my spring, come!

      Thou wilt swing at the swing of my heart, come, my spring, come!

      Come in the lisping leaves, in the youthful surrender of flowers;

      Come in the flute songs and the wistful sighs of the woodlands!

      Let your unfastened robe wildly flap in the drunken wind!

          Come, my spring, come!

      [Exeunt.]

      [Enter a band of CITIZENS]

      First Citizen. After all, one cannot help wishing that the King had allowed himself to be seen at least this one day. What a great pity, to live in his kingdom and yet not to have seen him for a single day!

      Second Citizen. If you only knew the real meaning of all this mystery! I could tell you if you would keep a secret.

      First Citizen. My dear fellow, we both live in the same quarter of the town, but have you ever known me letting out any man s secret? Of course, that matter of your brother's finding a hidden fortune while digging for a well—well, you know well enough why I had to give it out. You know all the facts.

      Second Citizen. Of course I know. And it is because I know that I ask, could you keep a secret if I tell you? It may mean ruination to us all, you know, if you once let it out.

      Third Citizen. You are a nice man, after all, Virupaksha! Why are you so anxious to bring down a disaster which as yet only may happen? Who will be responsible for keeping your secret all his life?

      Virupaksha. It is only because the topic came up—well, then, I shall not say anything. I am not the man to say things

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