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) This poem reflects on the concept of time and its universal influence over all living beings. Here's an interpretation: Time as the Root: Time is portrayed as the fundamental force governing everything on Earth. It is the root from which all life springs forth. Unity in Journey: The poet describes life as a collective journey, likening it to a caravan. Since the beginning of the world, all beings have been on this journey together. Uncertain Destination: While