They dance and clap the hands and roll on the
earth in a transport of love. My friends are
the saints, the simple and faithful people of Hari.
They feel no shame; they have no concern with
this world. Tuka says, They feel their throats
choking; their eyes are filled with tears.
earth in a transport of love. My friends are
the saints, the simple and faithful people of Hari.
They feel no shame; they have no concern with
this world. Tuka says, They feel their throats
choking; their eyes are filled with tears.