Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 201

By God, you have died who were dear to me; how
is it, O Hari, you have survived them?
Come, tell me now, O Vitthala, how is it you have
lived so long? My father died with his eyes fixed
on you, my grandfather and great-grandfather.
Childhood, youth and the staff of age have chased
me hotly; but you have lasted so long, because you
had none to withstand you. Tuka says, Thus I
conclude that all men, myself too, have to be
placed in you as a deposit.

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