Of Evil Men and Oppressors
by: Bhartrhari (6th or 7th century A.D.)
translated by C. H. Tawney
My drink is of the crystal brook, of fruits my banquet's spread.
My frame is swathed in strips of bark, the earth's my sumptuous bed.
Thus happier far, than forced to bear the upstart insolence
Of those the new strong wine of wealth hath robbed of every sense.
