Found some copied poetry in an old journal.
They're from
Women's Eyes
--Being verses translated from the Sanskrit,
by Arthur William Ryder, 1910.
(You can read a copy of the original book here.)
They were originally written
by Bhartrihari, 5th century, in Ujjain.
He is known as a philosopher, poet, and king.
He suffered from an unfaithful wife
and so his poetry shows some disdain for women;
but, he really writes about love . . .
and other things in life.
I'm sure that Ryder takes some liberties,
especially to make the rhymes, but they're still nice.
These are some of my favorites.
They're from
Women's Eyes
--Being verses translated from the Sanskrit,
by Arthur William Ryder, 1910.
(You can read a copy of the original book here.)
They were originally written
by Bhartrihari, 5th century, in Ujjain.
He is known as a philosopher, poet, and king.
He suffered from an unfaithful wife
and so his poetry shows some disdain for women;
but, he really writes about love . . .
and other things in life.
I'm sure that Ryder takes some liberties,
especially to make the rhymes, but they're still nice.
These are some of my favorites.
p. 6
A diamond you may draw from an alligator's jaw;
You may cross the raging ocean like a pool;
A cobra you may wear like a blossom in your hair;
But you never can convince a stubborn fool.
p. 86
The wise misogynist, poor soul,
To self-deceit is given;
For heaven rewards his self-control,
And women swarm in heaven.
p. 11
When I knew a little bit,
Then my silly, blinded wit,
Mad as elephants in rut,
Thought it was omniscient; but,
When I learned a little more
From the scholar's hoarded store,
Madness' fever soon grew cool,
And I knew I was a fool.
p. 78
The classic poets make a great mistake;
Forever of the weaker sex they speak;
When gods are subjugated for the sake
Of starry glances, are the women weak?
.
.
.
A diamond you may draw from an alligator's jaw;
You may cross the raging ocean like a pool;
A cobra you may wear like a blossom in your hair;
But you never can convince a stubborn fool.
p. 86
The wise misogynist, poor soul,
To self-deceit is given;
For heaven rewards his self-control,
And women swarm in heaven.
p. 11
When I knew a little bit,
Then my silly, blinded wit,
Mad as elephants in rut,
Thought it was omniscient; but,
When I learned a little more
From the scholar's hoarded store,
Madness' fever soon grew cool,
And I knew I was a fool.
p. 78
The classic poets make a great mistake;
Forever of the weaker sex they speak;
When gods are subjugated for the sake
Of starry glances, are the women weak?
.
.
.
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