Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 672

I will utter God’s name heartily, with pure
faith. Vitthala is my treasure, my life in the
latter end. The weight of merit and demerit is a
trouble to me, I will sweep it away, and exchange
it all for the other. Tuka says, I will keep it in
the base of the heart, the best vessel for it.

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