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(lines 99-113)
The men has swept away the spearmen's band, (99)
the slaughter-greedy weapon, and fate omnipotent
and these stone shelters storms dash,
fierce-rushing; binds the earth
the winter's violence; then comes dusky,
darkens, the shade of night, from the north sends
the rough hail-shower, to men's grievance. (105)
Irksome is all the realm of earth,
the fates' decrees change the world under heaven:
here is wealth transient, here is a friend transient,
here is man transient, here is a kinsman transient;
all this place of earth hall become desolate.'-- (110)
so spake a sage in mind, sat apart in meditation.
Good is he who holds his faith. Never his affliction too quickly should
a man from his breast make known, unless he ere the remedy can
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