Basava

“In a brahmin housewhere they feed the fireas a godwhen the fire goes wildand burns the housethey splash on itthe water of the gutterand the dust of the street,beat their breastsand call the crowd.These men then forget their worshipand scold their fire,O lord of the meeting rivers!”

“Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,things standing shall fall,but the moving ever shall stay.”