Basava

Don’t make me hear all day

Don’t make me hear all day

Don’t make me hear all day Don’t make me hear all day ‘Whose man, whose man, whose man is this?’ Let me hear, ‘This man is mine, mine this man is mine.’ O lord of the meeting rivers, make me feel I’m a son of the house. by Basava English version by A. K. Ram... »

Make of my body the beam of a lute

Make of my body the beam of a lute

Make of my body the beam of a lute Make of my body the beam of a lute of my head the sounding gourd of my nerves the strings of my fingers the plucking rods. Clutch me close and play your thirty-two songs O lord of the meeting rivers! by Basava English version by A. K. Ramanujan Original Language Ka... »

The eating bowl is not one bronze

The eating bowl is not one bronze

The eating bowl is not one bronze The eating bowl is not one bronze and the looking glass another. Bowl and mirror are one metal Giving back light one becomes a mirror. Aware, one is the Lord’s; unaware, a mere human. Worship the lord without forgetting, the lord of the meeting rivers. by Basa... »

The pot is a God

The pot is a God

The pot is a God The pot is a God. The winnowing fan is a God. The stone in the street is a God. The comb is a God. The bowstring is also a God. The bushel is a God and the spouted cup is a God. Gods, gods, there are so many there’s no place left for a foot. There is only one God. He is our Lo... »

The Temple and the Body

The Temple and the Body

The Temple and the Body The rich will make temples for Siva. What shall I, a poor man, do? My legs are pillars, the body the shrine, the head a cupola of gold. Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers, things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay. by Basava English version by A. K. Ramanuj... »

The waters of joy

The waters of joy

The waters of joy When like a hailstone crystal like a waxwork image the flesh melts in pleasure how can I tell you? The waters of joy broke the banks and ran out of my eyes. I touched and joined my lord of the meeting rivers. How can I talk to anyone of that? by Basava English version by A. K. Rama... »

Where they feed the fire

Where they feed the fire

Where they feed the fire In a brahmin house where they feed the fire as a god when the fire goes wild and burns the house they splash on it the water of the gutter and the dust of the street, beat their breasts and call the crowd. These men then forget their worship and scold their fire, O lord of t... »