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)