Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 500

This is the medicine for the disease of life, that
heals birth, and age and sickness; no more
trouble will follow, it will slay the six enemies. I
have anointed my eyes with His purple form, for
the six Sastras, the four Vedas, the eighteen Puranas
drove me away like a scoundrel. Thus I have made
me a garland of Vishnu’s thousand names; give
me no food that I cannot digest. If you keep your
faith pure after taking it, you may say you secured
The reward of doing so. You need not leave your
own house, you need not let the wind blow upon
you. Do away with much talking, avoid all the
company; you need give but one pleasant medicine,
it will taste like butter. Avoid the milk that needs
much churning, there is no quality about that.
Bathe in repentance, clothe yourself with the
quarters of heaven, let all the sweat of desire pour
out of you. You will become what once you were.
Tuka says, We will enjoy the passionless state.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents