Thanks to http://www.anecdote.com.au/archives/2010/01/the_mahout_the.html
Once in Hindustan was a hermitage
With his disciples there lived a wise sage
He taught the highest truth that to always
Keep in mind that God sports in many ways
`It's God alone that takes up many shapes
Beasts, plants, humans and as all that exist'
A disciple walking in deep woods gaped
In wonder at God's forms he was amidst
An uproar broke out there in the deep woods
Trees wrenched by roots and a mighty trumpet
A warning voice rang out, `Fast as you could
Run,Run, Run away, mad tusker 's about!'
`Thou my God!' the boy sang before the beast
Was thrown, bones broken, his God cared the least.
The hurt boy lay, more at heart than body,
Was sore that elephant God had failed him
`I saw God in all but He had His whims,
And had hurt me much, ah, God is naughty'
His good brothers carried him home lightly.
`Why didn't thou run ?', the wise Guru asked
`I stood praising him, thou said all is God,
He didn't play his part, hurt me mightily!'
The good teacher laughed, `the tusker 's indeed God,
So was the warning mahout you should know.
His warning too was God's very own show!'
As knowledge flashed the boy did slowly nod
So long thou feelest pain heed the mahout
He merges as knowledge dawns, with the behemoth
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