Tukaram, Poem 429

You are the generous friend of the helpless,
You set yourself to destroy sorrow, delusion,
and anxious care. I have come to take refuge in
You; save me, O merciful parent! Grant me to serve
Thy feet amid the saints, then shall I never forget
Thee. This is the wish of my soul; O fulfil my
desires; give me faith and love to sing Thy glorious
name and nature. Deliver me from all that stands
between us; listen to my application; I ask Thee
for nothing else, neither pleasure, nor riches nor
royal power; my prayers will not fetter thee with
a demand for aught else than faith. With folded
hands I lay my head at Thy feet; Tuka entreats the
God of Pandhari. Bring to the stage the glorious
tale of Thy deeds! Fulfil Thou this desire of mine.