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 - THE INDIAN ANTIQUARY. [Simxmts, 1875. pluGC, Olid Basutittt's wife told her huibaij.l t6 begin. Sobotoldtbe nlc I which ho* been immitcil here, and -when ho had finished, the princess seized his feet uud began, to weep; uud the king 1 recognized him younger brother I I <m braced him, mid banished the merchant tO [mother Country, uud -cwi.'lv j.imiahrsd tlin doorkeeper* who Lad beaten Dasnnta | ha took htm to the palace and appuiutc-d him commander-in-chief,, and the two brothers con- tinued lo tivtt together in great happim-*ii, while rfalOOM proved to be & most devoted wife. METRICAL TRANSLATION OF BHARTIIIHARTS XlTI SaTAKAM BY VJLCiT, C, IL TAWNOT, M.A., CALCUTTA. Tftv praise of Destiny. (Tudor Vrihaspnti's own eyes Entrenched en heaven '« height, Wielding th' artillery of the skies, 1'llowad by god* in fight, Indra, in spite of all his skill, Has seen his host give way ; B j;th nought uvulUj, — -To whom she will Fortune assigns the day, Onr fates, oar minds, depend on deeds Dene in the sonl's career,, But each can gain the wit he needs By careful conduct bore, A bald man felt the sun's fierce rays Scorch Iuh defenceless head, In haste to shun the noontide blaze Beneath a palm be fled ■ Prone as he lay, a heavy fruit Crashed through his drowsy brain : Whom fate has sworn to persecute I'lnds every refuge vain, "When sun and moon eclipsed I see, And elephants in bonds, And wise men vexed with poverty; 1 own, my soul desponds. No wonder sages figure Fortune blind ; Shir Jinrt create* u hero to her niiud, Whom all men own the glory of the ago. Then breaks bar mode) in her childish rage. Iflhums and briars bear no leaves we do not blame' the Spring, Nor jet th© Sun, if blinking owls fly not till ' big, That chain kt gape in vain for showers is not the dead's disgrace; Fate's sentence written on the brow no band can e'er efface. Srftejtrofo >,f Works. Wliy honnnr gods, who latllt submit to F, Or Pate, who gives but what onr dftcthj have woo Upon our deeds alone depends our state, By these exalted, as by these undone. Mighty are works, which Brahma's self con Gued wit Lin the egg,* Which forced e'en £iva t skull in hand, from house to house to beg. Made iUiou through ten tedious births his deity disguise, Which daily bind th' unwilling sun to wander through the skies I Our merits in a former life Preserve us in the midst of foes. In woods, flood, fire, tu ponce and strife, On Ocean waves, and mountain snows. Kindness can turn the bad man's heart, and fools convert to wise, Make poison into nectar-juice, and friends of enemies, Bring distant objects near: then strive that talisman to gain, Nor set thy heart on glorious gifts acquired with endless pain. Before he act* the man of sense Look* forward to the consequence, 1 r heedless acts infix a dj That rankles In hn tortured heart. In emun |g tajlow boil. And light the tire with gpi VmiIi golden plottghj turn up the soil And then sow worthless t TIjus wttUT far tlian if thou spend An easy life on earth ; Since ull things must on works depend, Why throw away thy birth ? •^t^bahW-fcicanb^u^b^ (CW.Jrtrtv^I^SJ"