Saturday, April 07, 2012

The Little Clay Cart

Empty his house, to whom no child was born;
Thrice empty his, who lacks true friends and sure;
To fools, the world is empty and forlorn;
But all that is, is empty to the poor.

(Sudraka, Mricchakatika, The Little Clay Cart.)
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