Who mocks at whom
Magpies musing to get money,
Mock at misers sans magnanimity.
Lands laugh at those that wend
Their way mumbling: my land, my land.
Lover, at the lady-love’s spouse,
Proud, playing with the love-child in his house.
Death scorns, laughing aloud
At the battle-scarred king in shroud.
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Translation |07.08.2024| free verse, fun
The Sanskrit verse:
arthaah hasanti uchita- daana viheena lubdham
bhoomyoh hasanti mama bhoomih iti bruvaanam |
jaaraah hasanti tanayaan upa-laalayantam
mrtyuh hasati avanipam rana-ranga- bheerum ||
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