A History of Indian Literature v2.c19.s3.t2.242

v2.c19.s3.t2.242

" 'The gold is mine, the precious gold !' so cry they, night and day :
These foolish folk cast never a look upon the holy way.
There are two masters in the house ; one has no beard to wear,
But has long breasts, ears pierced with holes, and goes with plaited hair ;
His price is told in countless gold ; he plagues all people there."¹)