Speak a word for us, O Rukhmabai. If there is anything left, make haste and send it us. We are waiting, anxiously longing, for one morsel. Tuka says, He gave us many a dish of love; cry out the name of Vitthala.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 483
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents