Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 521

How amid deeds right and wrong is there
anything proper for me? I must look to
my own advantage. You know that I am a sinner,
but I have come to You as a suppliant. Here
prince and peasant are alike; there is no difference
of persons in your house. I have come to your feet
as best I could, so you must not cast me out. It is
an old fashion—I speak seriously—that when men
fall into difficulties, they begin to praise another.
I have laid my burden on your head and sit still;
I have given up all traffic with the world; from the
first I counted this the highest spot, a place of
eternal refuge. Here the one secret needed is
patience,—but that too I rejected as useless; knowing
that this body shall pass away, I have clung to
thy name as the thing essential. Thou hast sent
me repose for the hour through all the messengers;
I have clung in my soul to that which is needful.
Tuka says, Give me at last, O God, that place
which the saints have told of.

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