Well in a city of cloud-land that lasts but
a moment; make that your ancestral home.
Weave an invisible chain of sky-flowers, and worship
Lakshmi and Narayana. Arrange to marry the
son of a barren woman, and make haste to gaze on
the ceremony. Make a drinking-place of mirage
and quench the thirst of heated men of sense.
Tuka says, Unreal are our body, our senses and our
actions; offer all your actions then to Bramha,
good sir, and become Bramha.
a moment; make that your ancestral home.
Weave an invisible chain of sky-flowers, and worship
Lakshmi and Narayana. Arrange to marry the
son of a barren woman, and make haste to gaze on
the ceremony. Make a drinking-place of mirage
and quench the thirst of heated men of sense.
Tuka says, Unreal are our body, our senses and our
actions; offer all your actions then to Bramha,
good sir, and become Bramha.