Nr. 140
Calcutta nr. 140 *
Ouseley MS 140 - 49
This intellect that haunts the path of happiness
keeps saying to thee a hundred times a day: —
"Understand in this single moment of thine existence, that thou art not
like those herbs which when they gather them spring up again."
Christensen 1927 - 10
This reason that walks the path of happiness, a
hundred times a day it says to thee:
"Find out this one moment of thy lifetime, for thou art
not like those pot-herbs which are picked and grow again."
Payne 1898 - 268
Good sense, which felicity's pathway doth trace,
Still bids thee all day with the tongue of the case
Make the most of this moment, for thou art no plant
That they mow and that presently springs up apace.
Thompson 1906 - 265
The sense which bids you Pleasure's path pursue,
Whispers a hundred times a day to you,
“This moment have in mind, for you 're no plant
Which when they mow it down, springs up anew!"
Whinfield 1883 - 217
Sense, seeking happiness, bids us pursue
All present joys, and present griefs eschew;
She says, we are not as the meadow grass,
Which, when they mow it down, springs up anew.