Tukaram, Poem 452

I have no power to understand anything; I do not know what will become of me. In considering the requirements of the Puranas I have worn myself to death. We are bondslaves of the senses; our minds are steeped in the impressions. Even one sense I cannot subdue; how can I control all? Tuka says, Save me, O Panduranga, else it is in vain that I have become Thy servant.