Religion
The Land of Topsy-Turvy
Translated by Nicol Macnicol (1919) · From Psalms of Maratha Saints (1919)
Religion
An ant has leapt up to the sky
And swallowed up the sun on high!
A marvel this that I declare, —
That barren wife a son should bear.
A scorpion plumbs the nether Pit,
And Visnu's snake bows down to it.
A fly an eagle brings to birth.
Mukta, beholding, laughs with mirth.
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Bai, Mukta. “The Land of Topsy-Turvy.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mukta-bai/0/.
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Bai, Mukta. “The Land of Topsy-Turvy.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mukta-bai/0/.
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