Tryambak Sapkale
Eklavya
The round earth
A steel lever
In my hand.
But no
leverage?
Oh Eklavya
You ideal disciple!
Give me
The finger you
cut off;
That will be my
fulcrum.
Translated
by Jayant Karve and Eleanor Zelliott with the assistance of
A.K.Ramanujan
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