Prince and subject alike are perverse, where
a Sakta makes his dwelling in a land.
There is a rank crop of misdeeds; piety is a beggar
in the village. The land bears no harvest, it
trembles beneath its burden; the winds disperse
the clouds. Tuka says, Suffering of every kind
comes joyfully to dwell there.
a Sakta makes his dwelling in a land.
There is a rank crop of misdeeds; piety is a beggar
in the village. The land bears no harvest, it
trembles beneath its burden; the winds disperse
the clouds. Tuka says, Suffering of every kind
comes joyfully to dwell there.