Living
Epigram XCVII
Translated by Paul Elmer More (1898) · From A Century of Indian Epigrams (1898)
Living
How slow to him who haunts preferment's door
The long days drag! how lightly hurry o'er,
When the awakened soul hath thrown aside
Its load of worldly pride!
So, lying near my cavern's rocky ledge,
I'd dream at ease upon the mountain edge;
And laugh a little in my heart, and then
Plunge into thought again.
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Bhartrihari. “Epigram XCVII.” Translated by Paul Elmer More. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bhartrihari/92/.
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