The sun gives sharp pain
like a low man newly rich.
The deer drops his horns
like a thankless friend.
The waters grow lucid
like a saint’s pious thought;
and the mud is squeezed dry
like a poor man ·who keeps a mistress.
Bhasa
The sun gives sharp pain
like a low man newly rich.
The deer drops his horns
like a thankless friend.
The waters grow lucid
like a saint’s pious thought;
and the mud is squeezed dry
like a poor man ·who keeps a mistress.
Bhasa
