Sant Tukaram (1608 - 1650 / Dehu, Pune / India)
All Blest Are They
All blest are they whose heart with pity grows.
Who left Vaikuntha.their home,to serve mankind;
Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)
Whose hearts are broad ; Whose lips with honey flow .
Submitted: Tuesday, April 06, 2010
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