Give me that contemplation of Thee which
destroys Time, which leads one away from
wealth, honour, and the world. When the body
dies we must leave behind bile, phlegm, and wind;
while as yet all my members are active, I have
once for all sent up this cry to Thee. Thou, says
Tuka, art the Creator of all these; Thou art also the
hearer of all this.
destroys Time, which leads one away from
wealth, honour, and the world. When the body
dies we must leave behind bile, phlegm, and wind;
while as yet all my members are active, I have
once for all sent up this cry to Thee. Thou, says
Tuka, art the Creator of all these; Thou art also the
hearer of all this.