Living
Epigram LXXIV
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
When like an arrow in the dark
Sorrow hath made our breast her mark,
Piercing the mail 'twixt link and link,
One balm there is, one salve: just not to think.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXIV.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/69/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXIV.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/69/.
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