In the eye of the Bengal,
come taste his strokes of jade
Come smell the blossoming lotus.
I heard a distant fire roar, yet so near it cast me shade.
"Where are you going, oh Bengal, to the mountains there?" I said.
"There only thunder cracks the skies; it will strip your fires bare."
"I am going to face my God," he said, "and see whose roar is deeper."
And when the Bengal roared, he fell, struck by a tyrant blade.
Woe to the fallen Bengal, that sits by the fire, bare.
Oh! Promethean Tiger, sit here by me tonight,
Lets watch the stars belittle that tyrant, raging light.
Cast off your soft groan roaring, and sit by the fire with me.
Dear Bengal, with eyes as sharp as jade, Is it true you cannot see?
A piece I painted, along with the poem above, for [link]
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