Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 749

He has given me choice butter to eat. I enjoy this as the fruit of my past; now I look forward to this essence of faith as a support for my life. It has fallen to one who can appreciate it, no blind man that goes on groping. Tuka says, He who takes to God’s service, he gains this end,
As we recall the name, our throat is choked with emotion; love swells within us. O bless me with that lot! My hair stands erect; sweat breaks forth upon me; a flood of tears fills my eyes; my eight limbs are filled with Thy love. I will consume all my body in uttering Thy praises; I will sing thy name day and night. Tuka says, I will do nothing else till the end of the world; there is peace unending with the saints.

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