Tukaram, Poem 1573

How can I, a weak mortal, know Thy limits, O Panduranga? If I am but patient, what wilt Thou not do for me? Gross and feeble of mind as I was, I grew impatient; yet Thou, O sea of mercy, didst not reject me. Thou art the God of gods and life of all the worlds; what need had we, Thy servants, to implore Thy mercy? O Thou that nourishest the world, I truly, says Tuka, am a fallen sinner; and I added this offence that I sat at Thy door pressing my demand.