How can I worship Thee, O Keshava? If
I bathe Thee with water, lo, water is a
primal form of thine; what have I given thee that
is mine? Thou art the odour of sandal, the
fragrance of flowers; Thou art the giver of fruit
and betel and rice. If I should give thee money,
thou art the metal; food itself is Brahmi, what
else? If I sing, art thou not OM, the primal
sound? If I clap the cymbals, art not Thou the
Lord of sound? There is no place for me to
dance on save the ground that is thine. Tuka
says, To me everything is Thy name; incense
and lights are Rama, Krishna, and Hari.
I bathe Thee with water, lo, water is a
primal form of thine; what have I given thee that
is mine? Thou art the odour of sandal, the
fragrance of flowers; Thou art the giver of fruit
and betel and rice. If I should give thee money,
thou art the metal; food itself is Brahmi, what
else? If I sing, art thou not OM, the primal
sound? If I clap the cymbals, art not Thou the
Lord of sound? There is no place for me to
dance on save the ground that is thine. Tuka
says, To me everything is Thy name; incense
and lights are Rama, Krishna, and Hari.