A GOLDEN peepal grows at his gate; he has power to make a buffalo speak. Shall anything fail that our Lord will do? Yet he considers whether the seed within the body is pure. He has opened a charity where liberation is bestowed; he has called the saints together. Dwell with him, says Tuka, and be at peace.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2421
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents