A parrot knows how to say what he has been taught; but what is there really in him corresponding to this knowledge?
A man cannot become a prince through any pleasure that dreams bring him; my experience has shown me this.
Why was my tongue graced with ornaments of speech?
I seem only to drift farther from Thy feet.
A treasure beheld in a mirror we cannot grasp nor put in our purse; yet it looks to our eyes as though it was real.
We go on hankering after it, but we have to gulp down our spittle; it seems to be a mere delusion.
The gift of poetry confers sweetness on speech; this the Puranas testify.
Tuka says, A cowherd keeps the cows of other men; he calls them his, but he gets no profit out of them.
A man cannot become a prince through any pleasure that dreams bring him; my experience has shown me this.
Why was my tongue graced with ornaments of speech?
I seem only to drift farther from Thy feet.
A treasure beheld in a mirror we cannot grasp nor put in our purse; yet it looks to our eyes as though it was real.
We go on hankering after it, but we have to gulp down our spittle; it seems to be a mere delusion.
The gift of poetry confers sweetness on speech; this the Puranas testify.
Tuka says, A cowherd keeps the cows of other men; he calls them his, but he gets no profit out of them.