Tukaram, Poem 560

I have not known myself the joys of devotion, how then can I understand philosophy, O God? Do not, I pray, look on me unmoved, when I speak of union with You. The mind alone will not bestow peace upon us, unless we have seen the feet of God. Tuka says, My speech has conceived a passion for Your qualities; it cannot be still, though you say nothing to me.