Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 367

O Narayana, pure and good, whose name is a sea of goodness, hear our prayer, protect Thy lowly worshippers!
We have laboured for our bellies; we have neglected our religious duties. We have left Thy path; therefore I urge Thee with entreaties. I have become a cripple amongst men; a bounden slave of the world; I know not when Thou wilt set me free; I am bound by adamantine chains.
Here I never recall Thee, I have no rest for a moment, I have fallen into a stream that bears me elsewhere. I see no advantage for me. I have spent my life away from Thee, wandering idly in foreign lands; I was cut off from Thee by sickness and trouble, and pains and pleasures I engaged in. I am become my own enemy; I have neither son, wife nor friend; why have I increased my earthly ties, O Lord of the world? says Tuka.

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