Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 99

O speech of mine, henceforth remember God. You mischievous creature, have done with quarrelsome idle speaking! You left off repeating “Vitthala! Vitthala!” but now, says Tuka, you are sworn to serve the Lord, be assured.
See how humble my speech is; this is a boon of Him who dwells in my heart. Yet I am not a wretch who need seek a boon from you; I have a refuge in Panduranga. Panduranga watches over me and feeds me; since that is so, why need I care about others? You wish to see me—what matters this request? I have turned to nothingness all desires. Freedom from desire has been bestowed on me; I have renounced every impulse of activity. As a chaste wife longs to meet her husband, so let me live joyously in Vitthala,
The universe to me is Vitthala and nothing else; in you too I see Him. I looked upon you as Vitthala, but one difficulty keeps me from you. Fix your thoughts on the good teacher, Ramdasa; he truly is an ornament of the world; do not swerve from him. If your impulses carry you in many directions, how can you serve Ramdasa? Tuka says,
O Father, O sea of wisdom, faith and love are the vessel that carry the faithful across the stream of life.

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