Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 106

Perhaps the brute was my enemy before
we were born, and has gained his end
now—by marrying me. How long must I bear
this unceasing misery? How often must I beg
my food from others? Curses on this Vitthala!
“What has he done for me and my family?” Tuka
says, These are my wife’s vagaries; she laughs
one moment and cries the next.

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