Rabindranath Tagore

FAR below flowed the Jumna, swift and clear, above frowned the jutting
bank.
Hills dark with the woods and scarred with the torrents were gathered
around.
Govinda, the great Sikh teacher, sat on the rock reading scriptures, when
Raghunath, his disciple, proud of his wealth, caine and bowed to him and said,
"I have brought my poor present unworthy of your acceptance."
Thus saying he displayed before the teacher a pair of gold bangles wrought
with costly stones.
The master took up one of them, twirling it round his
finger, and the diamonds darted shafts of light.
Suddenly it slipped from his hand and rolled down the bank into the water.
"Alas," screamed Raghunath, and jumped into the stream.
The teacher set his eyes upon his book, and the water held and hid what it
stole and went its way.
The daylight faded when Raghunath came back to the teacher tired and
dripping.
He panted and said, "I can still get it back if you show me where it fell."
The teacher took up the remaining bangle and throwing it into the water
said, "It is there."