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What We Know Other Poems 62 thd;FUtp apd;TL ty;yuf;Fj; bjhy;fiuahd; njd;rpyk;gp ahth;f;F|; bra;ahpjhy;—ahk;bghpJk; ty;nyhnk vd;W typikbrhy ntz;lhfhz; vy;yhh;f;Fk; xt;bthd;W vspJ rpj;jpuKk; ifg;gHf;fk; bre;jkpGk; ehg;gHf;fk; itj;jbjhU fy;tp kdg;gHf;fk;—epj;jk; eila[k; eilg;gHf;fk; el;g[k; jiaa[k; bfhila[k; gpwtpf; Fzk; Vrp ,lypd; ,lhikna ed;W vjphpy; ngR kidahspy; nga;ed;W—nerkpyh t';fzj;jpy; ed;W typagif thH;tpy;yhr; r';flj;jpy; rhjny ed;W [18.117.182.179] Project MUSE (2024-04-26 08:14 GMT) 63 Can anyone make a bird’s nest, a beehive, a spider’s web, A hill for the ants that chew wood? Don’t speak of strengths With strong words, my friends. For everyone, Something comes easy. Practiced hands, good paintings. Practiced tongues, pure Tamil. Practiced minds, knowledge that lasts. By practice, a man Walks miles. But a heart that melts, loves, and gives— This comes from lineage alone. Better not to give than give harshly. Better To marry demons than a harsh wife. Better to have Enemies than friendship without love, and better To die than live in want. 64 fw;wJifk; kz;zst[ fy;yhj Jyfsbtd;W fw;w fiykle;ij XJfpwhs;—bkj;j btWk;ge; jak;Tw ntz;lh g[ytPh; vWk;g[k;jd; ifahbyz; rhz; khoy;yhd; thH;t[k; kjpapy;yhd; thzpgk;ey; ehoy;yhd; br';nfhy; elhj;JtJk;—TLk; FUtpy;yh tpj;ij Fzkpy;yhg; bgz;L tpUe;jpy;yhd; tPLk; tpHy; neridf;fh zhaplj;jpy; be|;rhu ntJjpj;jpy; Mrhid vt;tplj;Jk; mg;gona—thr kidahisg; g|;rizapy; ike;jh;jik be|;rpy; tpidahis ntiyKo tpy; [18.117.182.179] Project MUSE (2024-04-26 08:14 GMT) 65 What we know: a handful of dirt. What we don’t: The width of the world. The goddess of learning Keeps learning. So, poets, don’t bet and talk big. The body of an ant, too, is eight spans. Life without means, business without brains, good government Without a good country—not without possibility. But study Without a guru, a wife without goodness, a house Without guests—waste, waste, waste. Praise a friend beyond measure in his absence. Praise a teacher everywhere you go. Praise your wife On your pillow, and your children in your heart, And workers when the work is done. 66 Miyg; gyhthf;f yhnkh mU|;Rz';fd; thiy epkph;f;f trkhnkh—ePyepwf; fhf;ifjidg; ngRtpf;f yhnkh fUizapyh \h;f;fidr;rP uhf;fyh nkh

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