Nargas-Bhai Vir Singh English

NARGASTHE BIRTH OF GANGAThere rise up his highest peaks, abode of angelsand gods, in the transparent blueThe snowy summits are kissed daily by the risingsun.Behold the daily showers of gold on the hoary headof my father!Heaven pouring itself down on him,How sublime is he! How mean art thou!How he stands for eternity to feast the world withhis flesh and blood!How thou cringest here eating crumb that each onethrows to thee!He is the giver.Thou cui but a beggar.A beggar can brook not the greatness of hisbenefactor.Concealing well thy black depths, thou procla:imestthyself 'without shame and fear, so faultless thou,that art so low.Go! I curse thee, thou shalt for ever drown in thedeeps of thy own black hate."Then the Ganga turned away from the sea.And the sea, self drowned in shame, cried out:"Go not, Ganga, go not away! Come back, comeback: to me,I have been waiting so long for thee."But the Ganga turned away indignantly from theocean,The spark: of life blazing high within!~19~Page 31www.sikhbookclub.com