A History of Sanskrit Literature c8.61

c8.61

*The thoughts of men are manifold,*
*Their callings are of diverse kinds:*
*The carpenter desires a rift,*
*The leech a fracture wants to cure.*

*A poet I; my dad’s a leech;*
*Mama the upper millstone grinds:*
*With various minds we strive for wealth,*
*As ever seeking after kine.*