Once when The King Akbar

Was attending his morning court,

A Learned Pandit appeared

And challenged to break his record.

He asked to find his mother tongue

As no one can ever recognise,

He spoke many languages

The courtiers were entirely surprised.

Everyone tried their luck

And unfortunately, they lost

The Pandit grew happier and

He needed to get defeated at any cost

So at last Birbal was summoned

As all the hopes were gone,

Birbal asked for a single day

For the language, the Pandit was born.

Night fell in the kingdom

And the Pandit slept at ease,

While Birbal came at midnight

Without breaking the peace.

He slowly whispered in his ears

And trickled him a bit,

While half-awake half-slept

In Telugu, something said the Pandit.

Yes! he talked in his mother tongue

And Birbal heard it all,

He also told the court the next day

The King enjoyed the Pandit's fall.

But Akbar's questions were answered

By Birbal's story of last night,

As for how he managed to find it out

The entire court went quite

King Akbar's pride again went

To its place at the ninth sky,

And the Pandit admitted the truth

That the competition here was high.

So that's how 'The Clever Birbal'

Proved himself the smartest of all,

And with his great skills, he won

The hearts of the crowd in the hall.

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Poet's Note