Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 77

I was worn out by desires, O mother; they oppressed me without pity: I took refuge in thee and all was well. I went to thee, now again I entreat thee. Tuka says, Through thy influence, O Kanhoba, the oppression has ceased.
You and I are kinsmen from of old; first we were relatives, then we were sons of one mother. Since we shared the estate between us, people do not respect us; but I have my own authority over the estate, and I shall exercise it. We became then sons of your daughter, your grandsons, and we lost the blest condition that we enjoyed before. I am the brother of your wife Lakshmi, a near relation, a defamer; hence it is that you deride me. We tease each other unbecomingly; ’twere better to say nothing of this. You will not recognize mother, sister, or daughter; the sin of their existence has been laid to our charge. The five senses have brought disgrace on us; we dare not show our faces to the world. Tuka says, We shall first grasp the root; what is to be done afterwards, we shall leave alone at present.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents