Only yesterday they were here;
Padeshahs masters and slaves;
Turbans disciples and bards;
Sages philosophers and bards
Where are they now?
Sir, «I hear a fading sound», Sam said
Where Sam?
«Behind the door, Sir»
Open the door, Sam, and call them in.
«They are not there, Sir.»
But how?
«They are gone and gone the sound, Sir»
That’s how successive generations pass,
Voices heard fading gone,
Nothing left but the scattered stones
And scarcely a scribbled name on sand.