Classic Poem

Sadhus, the world is mad: it worships senseless stones.
Maluk the Spirit worships, able to ask and eat.

As are the souls you see, the Saligrams are many.
Serve thou the God who speaks: what profiteth a stone?

The soul that knows not Rama, but to a stone bows down,
How can it win release by numberless Puranas.

Serve not gods made with hands, that with a blow are broken.
Maluk says, all four ages perfect the Spirit abides.