“How did Mahāsiddha Īśhaputra become Kulānt Nāth?
Here I attempt—briefly, and almost impossibly—to speak of it.
The life-stories of Mahāsiddha Īśhaputra are deeply compelling,
yet his life itself was steeped in hardship.
A life forged in severe austerity and profound renunciation
defies all telling; words falter before such discipline.
Still, something must be spoken.
For how else will future generations come to know
what the life of my Īśhaputra truly was?
Therefore, I ask forgiveness for my inadequacies
and beg that my errors be overlooked.
This effort is no more than holding up a small lamp
to illuminate the blazing sun.”**
— Yoginī Nāth
Here I attempt—briefly, and almost impossibly—to speak of it.
The life-stories of Mahāsiddha Īśhaputra are deeply compelling,
yet his life itself was steeped in hardship.
A life forged in severe austerity and profound renunciation
defies all telling; words falter before such discipline.
Still, something must be spoken.
For how else will future generations come to know
what the life of my Īśhaputra truly was?
Therefore, I ask forgiveness for my inadequacies
and beg that my errors be overlooked.
This effort is no more than holding up a small lamp
to illuminate the blazing sun.”**
— Yoginī Nāth
“How did Mahāsiddha Īśhaputra become Kulānt Nāth?
Here I attempt—briefly, and almost impossibly—to speak of it.
The life-stories of Mahāsiddha Īśhaputra are deeply compelling,
yet his life itself was steeped in hardship.
A life forged in severe austerity and profound renunciation
defies all telling; words falter before such discipline.
Still, something must be spoken.
For how else will future generations come to know
what the life of my Īśhaputra truly was?
Therefore, I ask forgiveness for my inadequacies
and beg that my errors be overlooked.
This effort is no more than holding up a small lamp
to illuminate the blazing sun.”**
— Yoginī Nāth