Tukaram, Poem 334

We look for some means of escape, I see that my feet are entangled; I am caught in such a strait that my intellect and force are reft away. The stores of my past actions have been mounting up from all time; I am held as in a cleft by rules and prohibitions, they are so compounded that I cannot disengage them. When I sweep them away, they increase again of themselves; I am tortured by the desires that pursue me. Tuka says, Now set me free; I am altogether feeble, O God!