Calcutta nr. 422
I am he that came to light from your power
I have lived 100 years by thy kindness & blessing
100 years I will for a teat & will commit sin
Whether my sins or your mercy may be the greater
The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd you down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
O thou who art driven like a ball by the mallet of Fate,
Go to the right or take the left, but say nothing;
For He who set thee running and galloping
He knows, he knows, he knows, he - .
Thou who to Fortune's mallet e'en as the ball must be,
Of Right and Wrong say nothing nor reck; believe it me,
He who in this imbroglio precipitated thee,
He knoweth; ay, He knoweth; indeed, He knoweth, He.
Thou, who like ball at Fortune's mallet's blow
To left (wine drinking) or to right dost go,
Say naught! For He who tossed thee down mid race
And search, doth know, yea He doth know, doth know!