Bhojaprabandha 104_293

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"What use is poetry if it does not make a man skilled in the art of eloquence; what use is strength if it does not subdue others to one's power; and what use is wealth if it does not make a petitioner equal to oneself?"
While the king was thus wandering through the city, two thieves were proceeding along the road. One of them, named Śakunta, said: "Friend, although the world is covered in thick darkness, thanks to [the magical] ointment I see everywhere every thing down to an atom; yet even this mass of gold brought from the treasury brings me no happiness."