Queen
What will you have for your reward?
Servant
To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there.
Queen
Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardener of my flower garden.
What will you have for your reward?
Servant
To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there.
Queen
Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardener of my flower garden.
-Rabindranath Tagore
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