Gitanjali 85

When the warriors came out first from
their master's hall, where had they hid
their power? Where were their 
armour and their arms?
    They looked poor and helpless, and 
the arrows were showered upon them
on the day they came out from their
master's hall.
    When the warriors marched back 
again to their master's hall where did 
they hide their power?
    They had dropped the sword and 
dropped the bow and the arrow ; peace 
was on their foreheads, and they had 
left the fruits of their life behind them
on the day they marched back again to 
their master's hall.

From Gitanjali (Macmillan and Co., Limited, 1913) by Rabindranath Tagore. This poem is in the public domain.