I recall this from high-school days. This was written a couple of millennium ago, obviously they had too many fearless lions roaming around. So, every poet dreamt of being and living like a lion. Who knew they will(going to) become extinct so soon, to make this irrelevant.
स्वप्नेप्येवम्विदाचिन्ता म्रुगेन्द्रस्य नजायते
I don’t know author, no internet presence for this bit (that’s the reason this post).
Non dEvanAgari attempt :
svapnEpyevamvidAchintA mrugendrasya najaayate
Sanskrit Poets somehow like to compress whole sentences in single words, just because the can. If you want me to break it down a little:
Ekah(alone) aham(I am) asahAyah(helpless) aham(I am) krushaH(weak) aham(I am) aparichChadah(orphan)
svapne(dreams) api(also) evam(such) vida(kind) chinta(worry) mruga(animal) indrasya(king’s) na(no) jayate(occur).
Phew, that pain!
To summarise what did we learn ?
A Lion never ever thinks that he is alone, helpless, weak and group less – even in his dreams, even if he is (all those)!!
Good for him .. eh ?