Living
Epigram LXXXVIII
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
One boasted: " Lo, the earth my bed,
This arm a pillow for my head,
The moon my lantern, and the sky
Stretched o'er me like a purple canopy.
"No slave-girls have I, but all night
The four winds fan my slumbers light." —
And I astonished: Like a lord
This beggar sleeps; what more could wealth afford?
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXXVIII.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/83/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXXVIII.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/83/.
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