Tukaram, Poem 1571

Thou art a merciful mother and a shelter to me in my misery; thou earnest near me unveiled in the form of a child. Thou gavest me peace, appearing to my senses in Thy lovely form; my spirit was soothed when thou didst embrace me. The people showed me mercy; the saints gave me a place at their feet; my spirit has forgotten what sorrow is. Tuka says, I am full of offences, forgive me, O my mother; what other troubles of mine can I throw on Thee now?