Beautiful Is That Meditation
Tukaram
Beautiful is that meditation—he stands upon the brick,
Hands on his waist,
A garland of basil around his neck,
Yellow silk upon his body.
I ever delight in that form,
Says Tuka, with tears in my eyes.
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Beautiful is that meditation—he stands upon the brick,
Hands on his waist,
A garland of basil around his neck,
Yellow silk upon his body.
I ever delight in that form,
Says Tuka, with tears in my eyes.
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