The saints are going to Pandhari; I send a
message by their hand. I am ever a besom
at the great temple door. I am steps for your feet,
O Lord of Pandhari, shoes and stockings for you
to put on; when you chew betel I open my mouth
as a spittoon. In other ways, when you clean
your person, I make my body your washing place.
I am the soil beneath your feet, whereon your
sandals touch the ground. Tuka says, O Lord of
Pandhari, never treat me as not intimate with
Thee.
message by their hand. I am ever a besom
at the great temple door. I am steps for your feet,
O Lord of Pandhari, shoes and stockings for you
to put on; when you chew betel I open my mouth
as a spittoon. In other ways, when you clean
your person, I make my body your washing place.
I am the soil beneath your feet, whereon your
sandals touch the ground. Tuka says, O Lord of
Pandhari, never treat me as not intimate with
Thee.