Through their selfish impulses men make
fond vows here and there; there is a famine
of truth, a wild disorder spread over the land.
Their stunted minds are incapable of faith; an evil
destiny is written in their foreheads. Tuka says,
The circuits of fools round holy places are like the
circuits of a bullock in an oil mill.
fond vows here and there; there is a famine
of truth, a wild disorder spread over the land.
Their stunted minds are incapable of faith; an evil
destiny is written in their foreheads. Tuka says,
The circuits of fools round holy places are like the
circuits of a bullock in an oil mill.