A History of Sanskrit Literature c10.50

c10.50

*Just as the soul with soul-desires*
*Swift to a distance flies away,*
*So even thou, O cough, fly forth*
*Along the soul's quick-darting course.*

*Just as the arrow, sharpened well,*
*Swift to a distance flies away,*
*So even thou, O cough, fly forth*
*Along the broad expanse of earth.*