Deeno Daan, Rabindranath Tagore, about a temple, 120 years ago

Is this a coincidence that exactly 120 years ago, on this very day, Yesterday, Rabindranath Tagore wrote a poem "Deeno Daan". It was about a temple.


Here are the loose translation of some of the excerpts. Read it and get awestruck by the prophetic words of a visionary.
(I have been reading this nonstop since the morning of August 5, writes the author of this post)

Deeno Daan

“There is no god in that temple”, said the Saint.
The King was enraged;
“No God? Oh Saint, aren’t you speaking like an atheist?
On the throne studded with priceless gems, beams the golden idol,
And yet, you proclaim that’s empty?”

“It’s not empty; It’s rather full of the Royal pride.
You have bestowed yourself, oh King, not the God of this world”,
Remarked the saint.

The King frowned, “2 million golden coins
Were showered on that grand structure that kisses the sky,
I offered it to the Gods after performing all the necessary rituals,
And you dare claim that in such a grand temple,
There is no presence of God”?

The Saint calmly replied, “in the very year in which, twenty million of your subjects were struck by a terrible drought;
The pauperized masses without any food or shelter,
came begging at your door crying for help, only to be turned away,
they were forced to take refuge in forests, caves, camping under roadside foliages, derelict old temples;
and in that very year
when you spent 2 million gold to build that grand temple of your’s,
that was the day when God pronounced:

“My eternal home is lit by everlasting lamps,
In the midst of an azure sky,
In my home the foundations are built with the values:
Of Truth, Peace, Compassion and Love.
The poverty stricken puny miser,
Who could not provide shelter to his own homeless subjects,
Does he really fancy of giving me a home?”

That is the day God left that Temple of yours.
And joined the poor beside the roads, under the trees.
Like emptiness of the froth in the vast seas,
Your mundane temple is as hollow.
It’s just a bubble of wealth and pride.’

The enraged King howled,
“oh you sham cretin of a person,
Leave my kingdom this instant’.

The Saint replied calmly,
“The very place where you have exiled the Divine,
Kindly banish the devout too”.

Rabindranath Tagore,
20th of Shravan (that is yesterday), 1307 (as per Bengali Calendar)

(From the Facebook page of Banojyotsna Lahiri, yesterday)



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