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For your devotees
I shall be
bullock; for your devotees
I shall be
menial,
slave and watchdog
at the door;
Maker of all things, for men
who raise their hands
in your worship
I shall be the fence of thorns
on their backyard
O Ramanatha. 3
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12. |
When a man is of the Lord
and his wife, of the world,
what they eat is still
shared equally ?
it is like
bringing a dead dog
into the attic
and sharing bits
of its carcass,
O Ramanatha 3
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| 13. |
You have forged
this chain
of eighteen links
and chained us humans;
You have ruined us
O Ramanatha
and made us dogs forever
on the leash.
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14. |
The earth is your gift,
the growing grain your gift,
the blowing wind your gift,
What shall I call these curs
who eat out of your hand
and praise everyone else ?
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| 15. |
Whatever It was
that made this earth
the base,
the world its leaf,
the wind its pillar,
arranged the lotus and the moon,
and covered it all with folds
of sky
with Itself inside,
to that Mystery
indifferent to difference,
to It I pray,
O Ramanatha.
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16. |
He will make them roam the streets;
scrape them on stone for colour of gold;
grind them for sandal;
like a stick of sugarcane
he will slash them to look inside.
If they do not wince or shudder,
he will pick them up by hands,
Our Ramanatha .3
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| 17. |
What does it matter
if the fox roams
all over the Jambu island ?
Will he ever stand amazed
in meditation of the Lord ?
Does it matter if he wanders
all over the globe
and bathes in a million sacred rivers ?
A pilgrim who's not one with you,
Ramanatha,
roams the world
like a circus man. 3
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18. |
Did the breath of the mistress
have breasts and long hair ?
Or did the master's breath
wear sacred thread ?
Did the outcaste, last in line,
hold with his outgoing breath
the stick of his tribe ?
What do the fools of this world know
of the snares you set,
O Ramanatha ?3
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| 19. |
I'm the one who has the body
you're the one holds the breath.
You know the secret of my body,
I know the secret of your breath.
That's why your body
is in mine.
You know
and I know, Ramanatha,
the miracle
of your breath
in my body. 3
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20. |
God of my clan,
I'll not place my feet
but where your feet
have stood before;
I've no feet
of my own.
How can the immoralists
of this world know
the miracle, the oneness
of your feet
and mine,
Ramanatha ?
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