Hey guys, I need the poem 'Aurangzeb at his father's bier', I have only one verse of the poem with me, but I need the complete poem. Pls help me.
Sorry, don't have it. But I seem to have read it somewhere. Did it end with something like, "Even a king must die" ??
Okay, i managed to find the last stanza but nothing more. 'And thus I fling the dear-bought crown, But wither can I fly? The awful thought still follows me, That even kings will die.' Google, gave me this.
Aurangzeb at his father's bier I know where you can find the peom. It is taught at 8-10 level under ICSE english syllabus. It is in a selection of peoms called "Panorama". I have the book at my home (which is far away from here). I hope you find the book from any present ICSE Std. 9/10 level student. Please inform me, whether you find it or not.
ok this is from memory.. 10th std was a long time ago.. The monarch lay upon his bier, senses were burning low As through the lofty arches streamed the setting suns red glow, still grasped he in his hand the blade which well fought fields had won And Aurangazeb beside him knelt Usurper, proud and son. remorse had stricken his false heart and quenched his wonted fire with gloomy brow and look intent he gazed upon his sire, ...... hot tears burst from his eyes as thus his grief found vent in words to the warrior trains surprise "Father thou were the goodliest king that ere the sceptered sway, how could i then lift up my hand against thee undismayed? How could i sent thee here to pine, usurp the peacock throne O had i perished in the womb that deed were left undone. Look all is changed that was estranged awake my sire, my king, look soldiers in their war array thy son in fetters bring, Thy rebel son who will abide thy word wat e'er it be fearless meet the rack or steel rise up once more and see. Thy will not hear, thy will not speak it is the last long sleep. And am i not a king myself wat means these stirrings deep, o foolish eyes wat means these _____, i will not call them tears my heart which nothing ere could daunt is faint with boding fears. the next two stanzas im not very sure about. something about a malignant star.. then it comes to this part: Remembered voices speak my name and call me paracide The murdered Dara beckons, he was thy joy and pride. And thus i fling this dear bought crown but wither can i fly? The awful thought still follows me that even kings will die.... can somebody plz complete it... its killing me
What means these rheum The past appears! a checker’d field Of guilt and shame and war, What evil influence ruled my birth, What swart malignant star? Why did I barter peace of mind For royal pomp and state? Mad for the baleful meteor’s gleam With worldly joys elate.
