As drifting logs of wood may haply meet On ocean’s waters surging to and fro, And having met, drift once again apart, So, fleeting is the intercourse of men. E’en as a traveler meeting with the shade Of some o’erhung tree, awhile reposes, Then leaves its shelter to pursue his ways, So men meet friends, then part with them for ever.
Source: Code of Manu
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