It is there

    FAR below flowed the Jumna, swift and clear, above frowned the  jutting bank. Hills dark with the wood and scarred with the torrents were gathered around. Govinda,  the great  Sikh  teacher, sat on the rock reading scriptures, when Ragunath, his disciple, proud of his wealth, came and bowed to him and said: “I have brought my poor present unworthy of your acceptance.”

    Thus  saying  he displayed before the teacher a pair of gold bangles wrought with costly stones. The master  took  up one  of  them, twirling it round his finger, and the diamonds darted shafts of light. Suddenly  it slipped from his hand and rolled down the bank into the water.
“Alas,” screamed Raghunath, and jumped into the stream.
The  teacher  set his eyes upon his book, and the water held and hid what it stole and went its way.

   The  daylight faded  when Raghunath came back to  the  teacher  tired and dripping. He  panted  and  said:  “I  can still get it back if you show me where it fell.”
The teacher took up the remaining bangle and throwing it into the water said:
“It is there.”

Rabindranath Tagore, Fruit-Gathering XII

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