Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1254

Black as we are, we are God’s cowherds.
He will not let the food be spoiled; he sets us
down to eat with him. Black as it is, he wears
my blanket. Tuka says, There is no difference
between me and him.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents