Why do I care where the Ganges meets the
ocean? My desire is to allay my thirst.
I store up in my heart for ever the lovely form of
Vitthala. It is the butter that men want: who
cares to store up butter-milk? The mother gives
the child a morsel conveniently to its mouth: the
child need not be anxious. Let us sing and dance
and perform rites of joy; alas! that I have not a
fuller faith! Tuka says, I am altogether one with
God; why need I desire the future world?
ocean? My desire is to allay my thirst.
I store up in my heart for ever the lovely form of
Vitthala. It is the butter that men want: who
cares to store up butter-milk? The mother gives
the child a morsel conveniently to its mouth: the
child need not be anxious. Let us sing and dance
and perform rites of joy; alas! that I have not a
fuller faith! Tuka says, I am altogether one with
God; why need I desire the future world?