Living
Epigram XCV
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
These trodden lands are everywhere the haunt
Of wilder tribes than any crime may daunt;
And haply some malignant poison-barb
May pierce thy plumed garb.
O silly parrot, in the secret boughs
Where peril may not find thee, make thy house:
Come, cease thy prattle, seal thy mouth at length,
Silence is all thy strength.
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