“The rich will make temples for Siva. What shall I, a poor man, do? My legs are pillars, the body the shrine, the head the cupola of gold.”
Basava“The rich will make temples for Siva. What shall I, a poor man, do? My legs are pillars, the body the shrine, the head the cupola of gold.”
Basava“Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,things standing shall fall,but the moving ever shall stay.”
Basava, The Lord of the Meeting Rivers: Devotional Poems of Basavanna