At the great temple door beneath the pilgrims’
feet the step is for ever rubbed; even so I
prostrate myself before Thee; the saints will convey
this message. Whatever be the ground I will cast
myself on it; I will lie there like a log, Tuka
says, I will roll as a child rolls, forgetting its safety.
feet the step is for ever rubbed; even so I
prostrate myself before Thee; the saints will convey
this message. Whatever be the ground I will cast
myself on it; I will lie there like a log, Tuka
says, I will roll as a child rolls, forgetting its safety.