Searching For Saints In Songs And Pictures, Hindustan Times

I have a decent head for names, dates, places, events, but can remember few snatches of poetry. Truth be told, there are only two pieces of verse that I have committed to memory. Both are very short. The first is this Kabir doha that I learnt in my junior school in Uttar Pradesh some fifty years ago:

Kankar pathar jodi ké masjid liyé chunayé
Ta chadi mulla bang dé, kya behara hua khudhai

Or, in crude translation,

With stones and mud you lovingly made a mosque
But why then yell from it, do you...