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Translated from original Marathi by Anjali Purohit
Contradiction is the sign of Natha’s home
Where the water is parched with thirst.
The pot goes in, surrounded by water
Water submerges in water.
Today I saw the strangest sight:
Water flowing backwards from the eves to the ridge.
The farmer sowed the field and
The field swallowed up the guard.
The cooking pot was eaten and the rice thrown away
God slaughtered in sacrifice before the goat.
Says Eka, Janardan’s path is antithetical
He that understands this is a true follower.
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Aa ba ba ba! This wonderful wife
With a pestle in hand, she’s after my life!
Beloved wife, don’t beat me so
I’ll take your calf out to graze.
The wife impregnates her husband
Realizing her heart’s ambition.
The six shastras crumble to dust
Before this bastion of Eka Janardan.
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(verses 3813 & 3816, ibid.)
← Sant Eknath
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