The following is an excerpt from Simhasana Dvatrimsika translated by Aditya Narayan Dhairyasheel Haksar published by Penguin India:
His life is fruitful, say the sages,
Who lives acclaimed for learning
valor, wealth and other merits.
For even a crow can live long,
eating left overs.
The crow lives long, gobbling putrid leftovers,
One truly lives, who does so
He really lives, by whose living
many others live too
For, does not even a stork
fill its own belly with its beak?
There are thousands of petty people,
engaged in filling their own bellies.
That person alone stands out in virtue,
who regards his own interest
as serving that of others.
The submarine fire
consumes the ocean
only to satisfy itself;
the cloud does it in order
to rain upon a world
oppressed by summer’s heat.
A man whose life, actions and qualities
have no worthwhile meaning
is like a word formed at random,
no more than a name.