Living
Epigram XLVI
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Read! — the Creator's finger on thy brow
Hath wrote the figure of thy wealth; nor thou
In lonely desert hid shalt make it less,
Nor greater on the Golden Mount possess.
What worry then? why in the crowded mart
With vulgar traffic wear away thy heart?
The pitcher at the well is filled, nor more
Draws at the ocean-shore.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XLVI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/44/.
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