He is one and the same1 min read

My Love assumes many forms,
In many guises He deceives the world,
But He Himself remains detached.
Sometimes He is a youth,
Sometimes a monk.
Now an old man, now a Yogi;
Sometimes a Hindu, sometimes a Turk A Christian or an Atheist,
And the world is deluded thereby !
Says Harischandra:—He is one and the same
But they think Him to be man