I lived from 1543-1623. I was from India, and am in the Asian category.
Tulsidas was a medieval Hindi poet and philosopher. He was born in Rajpur, India in the district of Banda in Uttar Pradesh. At a very young age, he was abandoned by his parents, and was adopted by a wandering ascetic.
In his youth, he got married to a woman named Ratnavali, and had a son who died at an early age. In his son's grief, Ratnavali left Tulsidas and returned to her father's house to occupy herself with religion. Tulsi's wife was devoted to Lord Rama, and her faith moved him so much, that he renounced the world, and entered upon an ascetic life, much of which was spent in wandering as a preacher of the necessity of a loving faith in Rama.
He led a simple life in Ayodhya, frequently visiting distant places of pilgrimage in different parts of India. It was in Ayodhya where he began to translate Ramayana in Hindi. After finishing his work, he migrated to Benaras (Varanasi). Here, he died in 1623, at the age of 91.
In his youth, he got married to a woman named Ratnavali, and had a son who died at an early age. In his son's grief, Ratnavali left Tulsidas and returned to her father's house to occupy herself with religion. Tulsi's wife was devoted to Lord Rama, and her faith moved him so much, that he renounced the world, and entered upon an ascetic life, much of which was spent in wandering as a preacher of the necessity of a loving faith in Rama.
He led a simple life in Ayodhya, frequently visiting distant places of pilgrimage in different parts of India. It was in Ayodhya where he began to translate Ramayana in Hindi. After finishing his work, he migrated to Benaras (Varanasi). Here, he died in 1623, at the age of 91.
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My poetry
- Kaam krodh mad lobh ki jou lou man mein khan|
Tau lou Pandit moorkhou Tulsi ek saman||2 lines - Up till now I have lost much and wasted life in idle pursuits.
The grace of Lord Rama has aroused me from sleep.8 lines - O Lord who is there besides You who will hear my cry?
Strange is my petition: a poor man, I, I seek to become a king...4 lines, 1 comment - O Lord, let any one accept any sadhana, he is free to follow its pursuit.
But to me Your name is the granter of all boons.9 lines
