Let delight trail plight

Joys thrill upon suffering grief, In dense darkness lamp’s light as if, Good days all gone, should one get bad, All alive, poor soul lives like dead. ________________________ Translation |31.10.2024|happiness, joy, grief, men Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Like the light of a lamp in utter darkness, happiness that follows after a period of sorrows feels good. One that experiences poverty after a period of plentiful feels utter helplessness. He lives like a dead man though alive. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows: Sukham hi duhkhaani anubhooya shobhate, ghana andhakaareshhu iva deepa-darshanam | Sukha-anta yah yaati narah daridrataa, dhritah shareerena mritah sah jeevati ||