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Time – a poem by Bhartrihari

Time is the root of all this earth; These creatures, who from Time had birth, Within his bosom at the end Shall sleep; Time hath nor enemy nor friend. All we in one long caravan Are journeying since the world began; We know not wither, but we know Time guideth at the front, and all must go. Like as the wind upon the field Bows every herb, and all must yield, So we beneath Time's passing breath Bow each in turn, – why tears for birth or death ? Bhartrihari (translated by Paul Elmer More)