I went begging from door to door on a vilage path

                                [Poem]
I went begging from door to door on a village path,
When your golden chariot appeared
              in the distance like a grand dream,
And I wondered who was this king of all kings !
My hopes rose high
              and I thought my bad days were over 
I stood waiting for alms
                and for wealth to be scattered all over.
Your chariot stopped where I stood.
You glanced at me
         and came down with a smile.
I felt the luck of my life had come at last.
Then all of a sudden,
                 you held out your hand and said:
                "What have you to give to me?"
Ah ! What a royal joke ! 
               to open your palm to a beggar to beg !
I was confused and stood undecided.
And then from my little bag,
I took out two grains of corn,
                and gave them to you.
But how great was my surprise,
              When at the day's end
I emptied my bag on the floor, to find 
Two little grains of gold in the heap.
I bitterly wept and wished 
                  That I had had the heart
                  to give you all I had.