The fearless fight with fate
A man-lion, striving at his best,
Begets home a lot of fortune.
Fate giveth on its own behest,
A coward croons pretty soon.
I’ll fight the fate and do my best
To make some odd things opportune,
Even then should I not succeed,
Who can fault me indeed?
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Translation |28.09.2025| fate, fight, fortune
Note: Ottava Rima (AB/AB/AB/CC), based on a Sanskrit Subhaashhitam transliterated as under:
Udyoginam purusha-simham upaiti lakshmi,
Daivena deyam iti kaapurushaa vadanti ||
Daivam nihatya kuru paurisham aatma-shaktyaa,
Bale krte yadi na sidhyati kah atra doshah ||
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