With my lot I'm satisfied

(2389)  Vishvake jata chandayita

On the world, in so far as it is rhythmic,
You have poured a pile of exquisite beauty,
With mind's anklets and the jangle of a viina,
Lighting a jeweled lamp, circling amity.

There's no more desire left;
That which I've got, in my work I implement.
May I not lose by defect of intellect;
With treasure love's tray^[1] is replete.

Human beings have obtained in great measure;
Appetite unsatisfied, for yet more they've yearned.
Constantly they have brooded on their hunger,
Dropping in the dust what they've received.

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