There is an amusing story about two great Hindustani poets whose habit it was to speak in poetry. Poets who were able to do this were called Shigrakavi. One of them came to the village where the other poet was living; and one was very thin while the other was very stout. The fat one asked the thin one, in verse, if he was well. And the other answered, "The temple which is meant for God to live in does not need flesh; one must be thankful that there are bones!" And he added, "But you look quite well." Whereupon the stout poet answered, "When I had not yet found my beloved I also was thin, but the moment my beloved had come to me I became fat.'