How is it Thou wilt not have me for Thy servant?
Reflect, O Panduranga and tell me
this. For whom have I burned up the world, is it
not for thy feet, O my father and mother? If
truth needs patience, ’tis Thou who shouldst give
it, lest the sprouting grain be burned by the heats.
Tuka says, In this world and the next, in my
family and my tribe, I have none but Thee to
depend on.
Reflect, O Panduranga and tell me
this. For whom have I burned up the world, is it
not for thy feet, O my father and mother? If
truth needs patience, ’tis Thou who shouldst give
it, lest the sprouting grain be burned by the heats.
Tuka says, In this world and the next, in my
family and my tribe, I have none but Thee to
depend on.