281.The Rose and the Amaranth
AN AMARANTH planted in a garden near a rose-tree, thus addressed it:
“What a lovely flower is the rose, a favourite with men and women. I envy you your beauty and your perfume.”
The rose replied,
“I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But you are immortal and never fade, but bloom for ever in renewed youth.”
❖ Don’t think too well of others and their conditions.
❖ One is to rise above superficial appearances and immediate issues.
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