The rich
will make temples for Śiva.
What shall I,
a poor man,
do?
My legs are pillars,
the body the shrine,
the head a cupola
of gold.
Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,
things standing shall fall,
but the moving ever shall stay.
-- BASAVAŅŅA [Translated by A. K. Ramanujan in the book - Speaking of Siva]
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