Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1470

The creator has founded the universe, therein
diversions afoot. A devotee is
devoted to Brahma and knowledge of Brahma;
you are faithfully loyal to your teacher. Part of
your love I learned when
I saw the writing in your letter. Siva is your
name, the sacred name that has been given to you;
you have the right of the umbrella, you are one of
the threads that keep the world together. Vows,
rites, austerities, contemplation, mystic arts, all
these you have studied and dispensed with. Your
mind is bent on meeting me; this is the chief
import of your letter. Listen, O Lord of the earth,
to this my answer; I have written out my prayer
and purpose. Let me wander in the forest in-
different to all things; let the sight of me be vile
and inauspicious. My unclad person is covered
with dust; I live on fruits, for I have no food to
eat. My hands and feet are emaciated; my skin
is pallid; what comfort could there be in looking
on me? It is my pressing request that you will
not even talk of seeing me.

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