Endless is my Wealth
by ShankaraEnglish version by W. S. Merwin & J. Moussaieff Mason
The sage
king Janaka
stands on a hill
watching his city in flames
"Endless is my wealth,"
he says
"I have nothing at all,
and thus when this city of Mithila crumbles,
red embers, white ashes
all monuments of men destroyed,
nothing of mine is burned."
"I have nothing at all,
and endless is my wealth."
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