Poems Of India - III

Milk is left over
from the calves.

Water is left over
from the fishes,

flowers from the bees.

How can I worship you,
O'Siva, with such offal?

But it's not for me
to despise left-overs,
so take what comes,

lord of the meeting rivers.

-- BASAVAŅŅA [Translated by A. K. Ramanujan in the book - Speaking of Siva]

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