(via SR)

The joy is when a woman or a poem
come to you naturally.

If you force them, they bring you grief.
All the labor you invest in learning metrics and poetics
is a waste – if you are not driven to create
well-wrought poems in pleasing words.

The learning of a man with no ability to compose
never comes to life, like the shape of things at night
in a house without lamps.

– Appakavi

(17th century, Telugu)