![]() Words are the only / wealth I distribute among people. From the abhangs of Sant Tukaram, translated from the Marathi by Dilip Chitre. Songs of “ bhakti” that brim with intimate and impassioned devotion to a personal god are sung in mandirs and mandals, gurdwaras and dargas, homes and alone in solitude. Many voices of plurality or faiths exist under its sky, and devotees continue to be enthralled by the lives of the great medieval mystic poets. The songs’ poetic and profound appeal to align one’s self with cosmic harmonies continues to strike a chord in numerous people.Įven though the bhakti poets composed, sang and wandered several centuries ago, they always race ahead of us, arching towards the infinite, the beauteous, mysterious and sometimes terrifying terrain of the sacred. They burnt all boundaries of belonging to belong solely to their beloved. They strove to possess and, equally, be possessed by grace in a spiralling dyad. They shared their passion with others in a call so visceral, primal and wondrous that we still thrill to it today. ![]()
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