You reveal yourself age after age and free the beggar from her affliction. Some revile me, others applaud, I simply follow my incomprehensible road. Mira's lord is noble and dark, and slanderers rake only themselves over the coals. Motilal Banarsidass, 1980. Translated from Hindi.
Fools sit on thrones as kings, while the wise beg their bread.
Strange are the decrees of fate. Yet he is forced to roam the forests. The harsh crane has brilliant plumage, While the sweet-voiced cuckoo is black. The rivers flow in pure streams, But the sea makes them salt. Fools sit on thrones as kings, While the wise beg their bread.