Living
Epigram XCI
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
O World! I faint in this thy multitude
Of little things and their relentless feud;
No meaning have I found through all my days
In their fantastic maze.
O World! still through the hours of blissful night
The widowed moon her benison of light
Outpoureth, where the sacred river seems
From heaven to bear sweet dreams.
How soon, O World! beside the Ganga shore
Through the long silent night shall I implore
The mystic name? how soon in Ganga's wave
My sin-stained body lave?
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/86/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCI.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/86/.
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