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Of Worldly Enjoyments

by: Bhartrhari (6th or 7th century A.D.)

translated by C. H. Tawney

I'm forced to beg my loathsome daily mess,
My couch the earth, myself my only guard,
Of filthy patched unseemly clouts my dress,
And yet these worldly longings press me hard.

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