The Ocean of Light — Page 126
126 means but does not even get enough sustenance to survive on, as if he were living in a famished land. He does not get any kind of sympathy from any group of people no matter whether he spends all of his efforts in praising them. He does not find any compassion no matter how long he talks. He does not find the cure to hunger for these people, no matter how colourfully he embellishes his tale or how concisely he tells it. Thus, the long dark night is prolonged and the bright morning does not dawn. The night of never-ending woes, whose black hair never turns grey, traps him in its wings. This is his state of affairs. On the other hand, his brother who was brought up in ease and comfort prances about like a deer, sleeps till sunrise and his hand never rises to give alms, and his back does not bend for prayer. He runs amok like a freight train indulging in evils, and covering up his ignorance with the garb of arrogance. He has no idea how a person’s heart can break into a thousand pieces