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.
BHARTRHARII’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.
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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What is the most profitable? Fellowship with the good. What is the worst thing in the world? The society of evil men. What is the greatest loss? Failure in ones duty.
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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 pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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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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Even the severed branch grows again, and the sunken moon returns: wise men who ponder this are not troubled in adversity.
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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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Three courses open lie to wealth, to give, enjoy, or lose, Who shrinketh from the former two, perforce the third doth choose.
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Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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Let us keep a firm grip upon our money, for without it the whole assembly of virtues are but as blades of grass.
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Where is the greatest peace? In truth and righteousness. Who is the hero? The man who subdues his senses. Who is the best beloved? The faithful wife. What is wealth? Knowledge. What is the most perfect happiness? Staying at home.
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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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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.
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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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