Living
Epigram LXXXI
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Idle thy wanderings, O my Heart! and all
Thy labor vainly spent;
By weight of inner destiny doth befall
Or faileth each event.
Bear not the burthen of a world outworn,
Nor to the future bow;
With every hour thy joy be newly born,
And earth be new-created every morn, —
Thy life is here and now.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXXI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/76/.
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