Tukaram, Poem 463

The Puranas call You merciful; to them I trust; I can tell no other means to learn Your secret. I cannot make it plain whatever I say, so I have come to You with a supplication. If you will show me mercy, it is a small thing with You; it will drive away much care from me. Tuka says, Show me Your holy face, and the hunger of my eyes will be satisfied.