Few poets faults in their pen find
Poets to their flaws blind,
No fault in their verse find.
The wild beasts of hunting kind,
Eat no flesh of their own kind.
Drunks may too much chatter,
But none their secrets scatter.
No less than men, women
No seeds can plant to men.
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Translation |10.08.2024| free verse, poets
The Sanskrit verse:
pashyanti na eva kavayah nija-kaavya- dosham
bhakshanti na bali-bhoojah nija-jaati-maamsam |
jalpanti na eva madyapaah nija-marma-vaakyam
kurvanti na yuvatayah purusheshu beejam ||
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