Classic Poem

Udho, the state, his Karma brings, is different for each.
All the rivers of sweet water fall into the ocean: why then is the ocean salt?
White feathers clothe the heron: wherefore is the Koil black?
Soft eyes are given to the deer: yet from jungle to jungle she roams in solitude.
Of the foolish and ignorant have kings been made: the learned made to beg his bread.
O Sur, in longing for the meeting with the Lord, each moment passes heavily.