Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 609

These cries are raised at your door; we see
that you are always in debt. You are a
shameless fellow, O God, Your worshippers often
beat and fine you. You hide away yourself and
coolly entangle us in feasting. Tuka says, You are
a cheat, you dupe us by giving us one thing for

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