Living
Epigram LXIX
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
A hundred years we barely keep,
Yet half of this is lost in sleep;
And half our waking time we spend
In the child's folly and the old man's end.
And of the hours remaining, fears
And gaunt disease and parting tears
Are all the prize: — fie on the slave
Who life more values than a bubbling wave!
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXIX.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/64/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXIX.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/64/.
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