Living
Epigram XCII
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Is there no pleasure in these palace halls,
Where love invites and music ever calls?
No pleasure, when the revelers troop away,
If one, the loveliest, stay?
Yet have the prudent weighed the world as froth;
Lo, as a candle-flame by wing of moth
Is fluttered, so they count its fickle mood;
They turn to solitude.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCII.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/87/.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCII.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/87/.
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