Poetry at Sangam
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Translated from original Marathi by Anjali Purohit
Harlot, drop your arrogant talk, lose your pride
Knowledge is empty without bhakti.
Your lived without devotion, your birth was futile
Craving acquisitions: this is mine that is mine.
Don a cap, mark your forehead, wear beads, say you are a saint
But sighting a woman look how your mind wavers and excites!
Preaching gyan to the world, he calls himself a sadhu
But if his heart holds no charity, know that he’s a fraud.
The sants may call this calumny, but brother, it is not so
Eka submits at Janardan’s feet and will remain there forever more.
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(verse 3767, ibid.)
← Sant Eknath
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