Tukaram, Poem 345

A child tells his mother of his hunger and thirst: what does he know of the troubles she takes to relieve him? Even so take all my burden on Thyself and protect me. Why wilt Thou remember my merits or my faults? I am one heap of sin, O Narayana! Void of my service to Thee, abject, guilty—why wilt thou consider all this now? When my spirit first followed Thy feet, I trusted to this acquisition. Tuka says, Thou hast saved many; O bethink Thee of me now!