Bhartrihari, Vairagya Sataka
73-74, tr. Arthur William Ryder in Original Poems together with Translations from the Sanskrit
(Berkeley: University of California Press, 1939), p. 71:
What if my life is fed
With all that seems most sweet?
What if my foeman's head
Is ground beneath my feet?
What if my wealth makes friends
Again and yet again?
What if my soul ascends
Through countless lives? What then?
Old rags, or fine, white silk that flows and clings
Why should I care?
Poor wife, or horses, elephants, and things
What difference there?
Sweet rice, or wretched food when day is o'er
Why care again?
God's light, or groping in the dark once more
What then? What then?