Sanskrit Poem by Amura

Churn water to get your butter,

And squeeze a bit of stone and hope for honey;

Or else your fevered frame perhaps you’d cool,

Washed in the waves of a mirage’s pool?

Perhaps you’d rather try to get a drink

Milking that worn-out she-ass? What do you think?

It’s not so foolish as to earn the money

To live upon, by service to an utter

Knave and fool.

Amura (translated by John Brough)

 

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