A History of Indian Literature v2.c19.s6.t3.58

v2.c19.s6.t3.58

“ How senseless seems to me the man who has seen
his neighbour ill and old and dead,
And yet remains happy and is not shaken by fear.
Thus, when a tree which, quite bereft of blossoms
and of fruits,
Is felled or falls,—the neighbour tree cares not.”