Tukaram, Poem 595

Cursed be my destiny; my toil is all wasted; the bold claims I made have not been realized. How can I make myself patient now? It is for Thee, O Narayana, to inspire me. I have been given wisdom to teach me my faults. I am deeply guilty. Tuka says, O piteous king, it is Thou that hast satisfied my cravings, now, at last!