At thy feet gather into one these two wings of
mine. Which of my possessions have I
found to be genuine? Pride of race or family is a
mirage. Little girls fondly play with a make-believe world; what is genuine about it? My
heart is rent by conflicting notions; the snares of
passion have made me a wanderer. Mother and
father are said to be mine, but when death is upon
us, when we are buried, both and all are lost to us.
Knowing this, I have renounced all; look to thy
own nets, O world! I suffered one man to approach
me; I kept another at a distance; were they
not both relatives of mine? I cherished one, I
quarrelled with another; what good came of my
preference? What is it exalts one man and
depresses another? I cannot comprehend this
illusion of thine. Accordingly, says Tuka, O Lord
of Shri, I am lost in meditation, thus I solemnly
aver.
mine. Which of my possessions have I
found to be genuine? Pride of race or family is a
mirage. Little girls fondly play with a make-believe world; what is genuine about it? My
heart is rent by conflicting notions; the snares of
passion have made me a wanderer. Mother and
father are said to be mine, but when death is upon
us, when we are buried, both and all are lost to us.
Knowing this, I have renounced all; look to thy
own nets, O world! I suffered one man to approach
me; I kept another at a distance; were they
not both relatives of mine? I cherished one, I
quarrelled with another; what good came of my
preference? What is it exalts one man and
depresses another? I cannot comprehend this
illusion of thine. Accordingly, says Tuka, O Lord
of Shri, I am lost in meditation, thus I solemnly
aver.