Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
On throne he sits, the great king,
But he is not king;
Who made the throne, made him king,
They command, he obeys,
Their laws he proclaims;
Not he the king.
His legs follow, lips their words speak,
When to rise, when to sleep,
What to do, what to say,
They tell, he obeys,
He is not king.
In palace a prisoner, the poor king,
More than one jailor watch him;
His time they hold, steps control,
For the throne he is sold,
He is not king,
On who goes as steps take,
None to tell, none to direct;
No fear, no care, what comes on way,
He is king,
He sits on grass green,
Under sky serene;
His gaze spreads far and wide,
And thoughts fly light and free;
He is king.
His kingdom vast over land and sea,
No challenge, no frontier confine,
His vision, his fancy alone define.
True, he is king.
He commands, no command takes,
His domain the world pervades,
Gold and diamond on streets lie,
His eyes but turn to jewels in the sky.
Who can give, to him what to give,
He has all, lust and greed he is free.
Lord of himself,
Whom to care, whom to hear,
Lord of the world,
Whom to beg, whom to fear,
He is king,
The true, the Great King.