Tukaram, Poem 1482

I know not what has crossed my fortune, I see no messenger coming for me. I have long been waiting for a word; Thou hast grown callous to me, O Panduranga. There has come no answer conveying a message; such a cruel remembrance I cannot bear. Is it forgetfulness that keeps Thee silent, or some business more urgent than mine? Tuka says, Thou art troubled by thoughts of peace; there will have to be giving and taking between us, of this Thou art afraid.