Our life is like th’ unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer’s cloudy days, Our riches fleet as swift as thought; Faith in the One Supreme Alone will bear us o’er the gulfs Of Being’s stormy stream.
BHARTRHARIOur life is like th’ unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer’s cloudy days, Our riches fleet as swift as thought; Faith in the One Supreme Alone will bear us o’er the gulfs Of Being’s stormy stream.
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Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
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Fate’s sentence written on the brow no hand can e’er efface.
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The source of inward happiness which shall outlast the earth– To them e’en kings should yield the palm, and own their higher worth.
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The constant man loses not his virtue in misfortune. A torch may point towards the ground, but its flame will still point upwards.
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A good man may fall, but he falls like a ball [and rebounds]; the ignoble man falls like a lump of clay.
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Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.
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Those who possess that treasure which no thief can take away, Which, though on suppliants freely spent, increaseth day by day,
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Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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The moth unwitting rushes on the fire, Through ignorance the fish devours the bait, We men know well the foes that lie in wait, Yet cannot shun the meshes of desire.
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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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Neither rings, bright chains, nor bracelets, perfumes, flowers, nor well-trimmed hair, Grace a man like polished language, th’ only jewel he should wear.
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Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
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I’ve wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I’ve laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I’ve eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.
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The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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For a moment man is a boy, for a moment a lovesick youth, for a moment bereft of wealth, for a moment in the height of prosperity; then at life’s end with limbs worn out by old age and wrinkles adorning his face, like an actor he retires behind the curtain of death.
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