I Asked If I Should Pray. But The Brahmin Said, "Pray For Nothing, Say Every Night In Bed, ""I Have Been A King, I Have Been A Slave, Nor Is There Anything. Fool, Rascal, Knave, That I Have Not Been, And Yet Upon My Breast A Myriad Heads Have Lain.''' That He Might Set At Rest A Boy'S Turbulent Days Mohini Chatterjee Spoke These, Or Words Like These, I Add In Commentary, "Old Lovers Yet May Have All That Time Denied -- Grave Is Heaped On Grave That They Be Satisfied -- Over The Blackened Earth The Old Troops Parade, Birth Is Heaped On Birth That Such Cannonade May Thunder Time Away, Birth-Hour And Death-Hour Meet, Or, As Great Sages Say, Men Dance On Deathless Feet.'