Love
Epigram VIII
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Love
Who hath escaped desire?
And thou, O King, — what profit in thy wealth
When Time with creeping stealth
Has quenched thy youth and covered o'er love's fire?
Nay, let us haunt the hall
Where loves forever call,
And girls with full-blown eyes like lotus flowers
Look laughing into ours,
Ere age and withering palsies blight us all.
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