A poem by the 5th century, CE, playwright and poet Kalidasa, known as India's Shakespeare, translated by Andrew Schelling.
Eyeing objects
crafted for pleasure,
hearing a strain of
sweet song,
even the satisfied
person grows restless,
taken by an inexplicable anguish --
perhaps
below the threshold of thought
traces of someone
loved then forgotten
lifetimes ago --
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