Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1129

Our platform is filled with seats; we have sent
for the ancient mistress of our line; the
mistress of Vaikuntha comes running swiftly—Come
to the scene, dear lady Vitha, with your purple lustre
and keen eyes; when shall I behold your sweet and
holy face? We offer thee for incense our faults of
ignorance and passion; we dedicate to thee every
power of our souls. Make thyself all ready, and
come running speedily. We will slay thee our own
hearts for a victim; we will offer thee the thirst of
desire and passion. We have prepared our loving
faith as a portion for thee to eat; we have filled the
dish and called loudly upon thee. For drums thou
shalt have the sounds of the heart in holy rapture;
come thyself and enter among us; take the presents
that are offered thee; heal Tuka and make him
whole.

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