The Bhikshuk By Nirala (A Transliteration Or Recreation)

The beggar He comes, Takes a few steps repenting With the hand on his heart On the path going and thinking within. The stomach and the back are but tone, Going with a stick, For an armful, a fistul of grains to satisfy The hunger of the belly With a torn bag to beg for alms— He comes and repents with the heart in his steps. Together with two children he spreading the hands, Rubbing his stomach with his left hand, And the right begging pity from with the spreading hand, From hunger to happiness not on the lips, What to hope from the Maker Excepting the draught of tear drops to drink and sip. All standing on the pathway licking the left out plates, But the dogs too there to snatch away from.