She is a boat for the weary, a shade for the worn,
she feeds the hungry with the milk of her love.
She casts a kindly glance on all; eagerly she waits
for them to embrace her. Tuka says, How can
there be left us any longer the weariness of pain of
unnumbered lives?
she feeds the hungry with the milk of her love.
She casts a kindly glance on all; eagerly she waits
for them to embrace her. Tuka says, How can
there be left us any longer the weariness of pain of
unnumbered lives?