I need help identifying a poem. It don't think it is by anyone terribly famous but I once had a book that it was printed in. The only line I can remember is:
".. there is only one house, and in that house only one room ..."
Although I Conquer All The Earth
Anonymous, Ancient India
Athough I conquer all the earth,
Yet for me there is only one city.
In that city there is for me only one house;
And in that house, one room only;
And in that room, a bed.
And one woman sleeps there,
The shining joy and jewel of all my kingdom.