She went from door to door, and many a time when her bowl was nearly full she was robbed.
At the end of the weary day she came to your palace gate holding up her pitiful bowl, and you came and took her hand and seated her beside you on your throne.
"Who among you will take up the duty of feeding the hungry?" Lord Buddha asked his followers when famine raged at Shravasti.
Ratn‚kar, the banker, hung his head and said, "Much more is needed than all my wealth to feed the hungry."
Jaysen, the chief of the King's army, said, "I would gladly give my life's blood, but there is not enough food in my house."
Dharmap‚al, who owned broad acres of land, said with a sigh, "The drought demon has sucked my fields dry. I know not how to pay King's dues."
Then rose Supriy‚, the mendicant's daughter.
She bowed to all and meekly said, "I will feed the hungry."
"How!" they cried in surprise. "How can you hope to fulfil that vow?"
"I am the poorest of you all," said Supriy‚, "that
Rabindranath Tagore lived from 1861-1941 and was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913. This book was originally published in Bengali, the author himself translated it into English in 1916. The 'poems' in this book are contemplations, philosophical and religious thoughts that will make you reflect on you own life, attitude, thoughts and conceptions. I highly recommend this book!