Tukaram, Poem 1519

If I passed the time vacantly, I should lose nothing, but I cannot live without thoughts of Thee, I cannot forget thee for a moment. I am tempted to ask the passers by, will He send a messenger for me? My mind desires no other comfort, it craves for my mother’s home. Tuka says. His thoughts I cannot fathom, but I am at my last gasp.