Too Late, Too Late

by Lionel D. Barnett
By a way I came, but I went not by the way.
While I was yet on the midst of the embankment, with its crazy bridges, the day failed for me.
I looked within my poke and not a cowry was there.
What shall I give for the ferry fee?
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English
Author of original: 
Lal Ded
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Short Poems
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