Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1270

They say, “Now we are well satisfied, we need
no more food; now let us not forget him for
one instant. Come, Kanhoba, come; let us start
game in the forest. Let us bring our cows together
and fasten them up in the shed. We do not want
to go home, if we can avoid perpetual going and
returning. You are our father and mother and our
bosom friend.” Tuka says, Our stomachs are
filled; now what crying can there be? Be-
hold, there is no further path before or behind us.

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