Gyaneshwari -Sant Gyaneshwar
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Chapter-13
The field and the knower of the field
Similarly even when he is in the prime of youth, he begins to think of the approaching old age (551-555). He says to himself, “My body which is hale and hearty today, will become later like a sliced vegetable, dried in the sun. My hands and feet will stop like the business of an unlucky person. All the strength, which I possess so far, will be feeble like the power of a king without a prime minister. The nose which smells flowers now, will be like the hump of a camel. The condition of my head will be like the swampy ground treaded by cattle-hoofs. My eyes, which at present vie with lotus petals, will go deep and become like a ripe snakegourd (556-560). The eye-lashes will hang down like the frayed bark of a tree and the chest will be wet with the tears and start rotting. Just as a chameleon rubs the trunk of a gumarabic tree with saliva, so my mouth will be full of spittle. Just as dirty water collects in front of the cooking fire-place with bubbles in it, so the nose will be smeared with mucus. A mass of phlegm will come out of the mouth, which I now colour with betel-roll and show my teeth while smiling, and with which I can make a fine speech, while the molar and other teeth will fall out (561-565). Just as farming suffers due to the burden of debt, or the cattle sitting in the rain do not feel like getting up, so my tongue will gel feeble and become unable to move. Just as bristles are blown away by the wind on the heath, so the hair of my beard will drop down. Just as the mountain peaks ooze water in the month of July, so will saliva flow out from the clefts of my teeth. |
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