Living
Epigram XCIV
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
Courage, my Soul! now to the silent wood
Alone we wander, there to seek our food
In the wild fruits, and woo our dreamless sleep
On soft boughs gathered deep.
There loud authority in folly bold,
And tongues that stammer with disease of gold,
And murmur of the windy world shall cease,
Nor echo through our peace.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCIV.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/89/.
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