Tukaram, Poem 1528

Why now this eager desire in vain? This anxiety of mind is fruitless. Whatever is to happen I shall soon know, after the pilgrims have arrived. What was far off is approaching—patience has its fruit within itself. The man who walks on will reach the goal at last, making up by patience for the shortness of his steps. Tuka says, My soul clings to this hope, hence it is I implore your pity.