Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1503

If you will vouchsafe me your mercy, I will
come running to receive it. I will meet the
saints and dance with joy on the pebbly bank.
I will rush into my mother's presence; I will
speedily suck the milk from her breast. Tuka says,
When I see my father my troubles will vanish.

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