My eyes are weary with waiting for you: when
will You show me your feet? O Lady
Vitthali, You are my mother, cast over me the sea
of your mercy; I have long waited for you. Tuka
says, My arms long to embrace You, let me clasp
you, O Panduranga!
will You show me your feet? O Lady
Vitthali, You are my mother, cast over me the sea
of your mercy; I have long waited for you. Tuka
says, My arms long to embrace You, let me clasp
you, O Panduranga!