I ASKED if I should pray. <br />But the Brahmin said, <br />'pray for nothing, say <br />Every night in bed, <br />'I have been a king, <br />I have been a slave, <br />Nor is there anything. <br />Fool, rascal, knave, <br />That I have not been, <br />And yet upon my breast <br />A myriad heads have lain.''' <br />That he might Set at rest <br />A boy's turbulent days <br />Mohini Chatterjee <br />Spoke these, or words like these, <br />I add in commentary, <br />'Old lovers yet may have <br />All that time denied -- <br />Grave is heaped on grave <br />That they be satisfied -- <br />Over the blackened earth <br />The old troops parade, <br />Birth is heaped on Birth <br />That such cannonade <br />May thunder time away, <br />Birth-hour and death-hour meet, <br />Or, as great sages say, <br />Men dance on deathless feet.'<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mohini-chatterjee/
