Tukaram, Poem 359

Who will support me in my reflections? Who will fortify my mind? I am neither learned nor skilled in debate, nor pure of lineage. In this evil age there are many clever folk, who will torment me when I sing Thy praises. I am beset by a doubt whether I shall worship Thee, or not, O God! Tuka says, Now to live apart from mankind or to die, both of these resolves are good.