Shatakatraya 2.62
English (machine translation) 2.62
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2.62
O maiden, why are these sluggish glances, playfully half-closed, / cast at me? Desist, desist! This labor of yours is useless. / Now we are different: childhood has ceased; our longing is in the forest's edge; / delusion has faded; and we look upon the whole web of the world like a blade of grass.
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- Śatakatraya — Bhartṛhari (poet), Sanskrit