The Master

Cool as sandalwood,
  serene as the moon are saints;
Serene as the moon,
  the feverish heat of the world do they cool.
Anyone who comes to them on fire
  is soothed by the sweetness of their words.
Infinite is their patience,
  boundless their love and compassion.
Kind, tender and merciful,
  their sweet and loving words melt even stones.
The way they live, the way they smile,
 lend fragrance to their wisdom.
The maladies – physical, mental and spiritual –
  all three vanish when the eye beholds a saint.
Even the fire of hunger, O Paltu,
  is quenched in no time.
Cool as sandalwood,
  serene as the moon are saints.
_{Sant Paltu, His Life and Teachings}