What shall I say now? My speech is insufficient; I lay my head at Your feet. The parisa stone lays aside its dignity; it feels its inferiority in touching iron. It is the glory of the saints, that they came to bless the world; they wear out their bodies in serving others. Forbearing love is the stock of their trade; there is no self-love within them. Tuka says, Their happiness is in the happiness of others, nectar stolen from their lips.
If a mother’s child is harmed, her life is wrung within her. Such is a mother’s nature; the rope’s life is one with that of its threads. The peaceful happiness of the child shows itself in the mother’s mind. Tuka says, O ye saints, ye are full of mercy.
If a mother’s child is harmed, her life is wrung within her. Such is a mother’s nature; the rope’s life is one with that of its threads. The peaceful happiness of the child shows itself in the mother’s mind. Tuka says, O ye saints, ye are full of mercy.