SRI AUROBINDO
Translations
from Sanskrit and Other Languages
Bhartrihari. The Century of Life
Seven griefs are as seven daggers in my heart, —
To see a lake without its lilied bloom,
The moon grow beggared of her radiant part,
Sweet woman's beauty fade towards the tomb,
A noble hug his wealth, a good man gone
Down in the press of miseries, a fair
And vacant face when knowledge is not there,
A base man standing by a monarch's throne.
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