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THE PANCHATANTRA

They and their lordly elephants, I ween,
Their cars, their heavenly throne,
By lofty Time conferred, in Time were seen,
And lost through Time alone.

And yet again:

The king, his counselors,
His maidens gay,
His golden groves, Fate stings.
They sink away.

"Thus, having won kingly glory, quivering like the ear of a rogue elephant, take delight in her, but trust in wisdom only."


Here ends Book III, called "Crows and Owls," which treats of peace, war, and the other four expedients. The first verse runs:

Reconciled although he be,
Never trust an enemy.
For the cave of owls was burned,
When the crows with fire returned.