10/31/09
I saw sorrow clinging to an aged face, The spirit captive in an earthly frame In the heat, humidity and monsoon rain; The poor like burdened beasts beneath the blow At labour in the sodden paddy fields, Their life-song spent and even more, the pain Of souls that never felt the hand of grace Uplift misfortune, break the grip of fate, Return to harmony discordant life, The soul to beauty and the heart to bliss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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