Love
Epigram IV
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Love
This sodden air a needle scarce would prick;
The wind dies in a gloom
Of dripping leaves; and the low clouds with quick
Reverberations boom.
Bewildered by heaven's fire I blindly grope
Through the chill Autumn storm,
To love's bright chamber, where one heart, I hope,
With summer still is warm.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram IV.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/3/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram IV.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/3/.
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