Love
Epigram IX
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Love
A flower whose fragrance none hath savored,
A singing bird no ear hath favored,
White pearl no jeweler hath bored,
Untasted honey freshly stored
In a clean jar, unbroken fruit
That ripens now from virtue's root, —
Wondering I ask, O form unspotted,
To whose delight, sweet girl, thou art allotted?
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram IX.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/8/.
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