Living
Epigram LXXXIX
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Are there no caverns in the mountains left?
Are all the forest boughs of leaves bereft
And mellowing fruit? are the wild cataracts still
On every lonely hill?
Why haunt the servile press? or cringe and bow
To win the nod of some majestic brow
That wears for honor the low insolence
Of wealth — how got and whence?
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXXIX.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/84/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram LXXXIX.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/84/.
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