Tukaram, Poem 83

I have cast down my burden; I am free from anxious care; the saints have entrusted me to Vitthoba. He put out his hand and caressed my head; he bade me lay aside care. His hand is on his hip, fair are his even feet on the brick; he stands upright on the bank of the Bhima. My mortal toil is over; I have embraced Thy feet, O Kesava! Tuka says, Now, O infinite one, do Thy will! Any shame of mine belongs to the saints.