Living
Epigram LXXI
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Fallen our father, fallen who bore
For us the pangs — they went before:
And some with our years grew, but they,
They too now tread on memory's dusty way.
And we ourselves from morn to morn
Now shiver like old trees forlorn
Upon a sandy shore, and all
Our care the lapping waves that haste our fall.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/66/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/66/.
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