Let me dwell with those who love you beyond
measure, then, O husband of Lakshmi, I
will be a trouble to You no more. I will fall at
the saint’s feet and continue there; I will ask
nothing more, I will do nothing else, O Vitthoba.
That which vexes you and me will be averted at
one stroke; I sit like a debtor laying hold of You,
I cry aloud at your door. Tuka says, Attend, O
Vitthala, to my speech; you must not wholly
neglect me.
measure, then, O husband of Lakshmi, I
will be a trouble to You no more. I will fall at
the saint’s feet and continue there; I will ask
nothing more, I will do nothing else, O Vitthoba.
That which vexes you and me will be averted at
one stroke; I sit like a debtor laying hold of You,
I cry aloud at your door. Tuka says, Attend, O
Vitthala, to my speech; you must not wholly
neglect me.