इह सरजसि मार्गे चञ्चलो यद्विधाता
ह्यगणितगुणदोषो हेतुशून्यत्वमुग्धः ।
सरभस इव बालः क्रीडितः पांसुपूरै-
र्लिखति किमपि किंचित्तच्च भूयः प्रमार्ष्टि ।। (कस्यापि)
on this dusty road, nothing that
Fate arranges is certain.
he doesn't care about good or bad;
a senseless, irrational idiot.
like an impetuous child,
entertained by a slab of clay,
he traces something or the other
then rubs it out again.
--Anonymous
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