Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 384

God, I have caught the fever of the world in
serving my family, so now I remember thy
feet; come, O mother Pandurang, I have borne the
burden of many lives; I do not know the secret
path of deliverance. I am surrounded on all sides
by thieves; no one protects me; I am greatly
afflicted, greatly oppressed, and long weary. Tuka
says, O run speedily to me; it is Thy glory to be
called Lord of the helpless.

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