Tukaram, Poem 577

O God, Thou art a sea of compassion; mother, father, and brother to me! Thou art an ocean of measures for attaining life; Thou dost sever the ties of the world, the snares of destruction. Thou art a wall of adamant to Thy refugee; freedom from fear is Thy generous gift. It is beyond all gods to perceive Thee, thou art unembodied, imperishable; where the highest effort of praise is too feeble for the theme, what can I do with my uncultivated wit? Do not make me wait to know Thy purposes. I know nothing of faith, but I call myself Thine; I know nothing of devotion, but I offer Thee homage. For Thy own name’s sake, O controller of the senses, it behoves thee to run speedily. O Lord of Pandhari, I am filled with Thy joy; I have vanquished pain; I have laid my burden on Thy head, I shall fear no more, says Tuka.