My wife died; she was set free; God released
her from the world of illusion. O Vitthoba,
you and I will enjoy the kingdom; we need no
other. ’Tis well that my boy died, God released
him from the world. My mother died looking
upon me. Tuka says, I have lost anxiety.
her from the world of illusion. O Vitthoba,
you and I will enjoy the kingdom; we need no
other. ’Tis well that my boy died, God released
him from the world. My mother died looking
upon me. Tuka says, I have lost anxiety.