A poor man!!
The rich build temples to Shiv, what shall I, a poor man, do?
Oh my Lord! My legs are pillars, my torso, the shrine, and my head, the golden pinnacle!
Things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay.
Basavanna, Vacana 820
The rich build temples to Shiv, what shall I, a poor man, do?
Oh my Lord! My legs are pillars, my torso, the shrine, and my head, the golden pinnacle!
Things standing shall fall, but the moving ever shall stay.
Basavanna, Vacana 820