Tukaram, Poem 120

My body is burning, like a forest on fire, run! O Kesava! It is kindled with all the hair on it; I cannot stop the fire, I am burned up like a hol. My heart is about to burst—why dost Thou look on? Bring water and run quickly; no one else can help me. Tuka says, Thou art my mother, who else will help me in the last hour?